September 09, 2002 :: 6:21 p.m.
Je d�teste mon cycle menstruel.
I need to be practicing my French, but instead I'm going to write in my online diary and listen to Lisa Loeb. And then when I'm finished,
maybe I'll work a bit on my conjugations. But really, it's not that hard. Everyone in my class acts like learning French is the Mount Everest of academic challenges, and to that I say... please.
Bonjour, madame. Comment allez-vous?
Tr�s bien, merci. Et vous, mademoiselle?
Je vais bien, merci.
Je m'apelle Amanda. Je suis de Carlisle. Je d�sire parler japonaise, ne pas francais. J'adore chocolat, dessin, et mon petit ami, Adam.
Yeah. See? Not that hard. I didn't forget the cedille under the "c" in "francais," I just can't find it in the character map. So blah. If I can learn the damn language, it can't be that hard.
Hmm. So I'm having this thing where I'm really, incredibly horny, but I can't do anything about it because I'm on the rag. Grr! I'm all sexually frustrated and whatnot. And speaking of being on the rag, though this has nothing at all to do with sex, I need to start going to the gym. Really, truly, no jokes. Because I think I've gained a few pounds already, what with the dining hall food and the snacking and the readily available desserts. So starting as soon as I'm not all fucking crampy and bleeding, I will go to the gym at least every other day. I will. And I will be held accountable for it here. Though no one can really do anything to me if I don't go... so I don't know how much help that will be. But still. It's the principle of the thing. I need to either stop eating yummy sweet things or get off my ass and exercise, and since taking the yumminess off the menu isn't even an option, well, to the gym with me.
Let's see... is there anything else to say? I don't think so. I'm really tired and cramp-hurty and feeling incredibly disgusted with my body. I don't want to go to French, but alas. I must. I want to watch the beginning of Buffy, but I won't be able to. Emily and Justin are here, watching TV. I think that after French, if Adam has things to do (which I think he does), I'm just going to come back to the room and lay down, maybe read, maybe sleep. If anything worth mentioning happens between now and tomorrow, I'll write.
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