Being a girl.

I intend to whine about being a girl. Anyone who is not interested or creeped out may leave. I'll post something better some other time, if you're lucky.

Sometimes I like being silly and ridiculous. I like it a lot. I like it when people laugh or think it's cute. Look at me...I'm not exactly a tiny, cute petite girl. I like being cute and silly sometimes. I also like being taken seriously. I hate when someone refuses to take me seriously. I hate feeling irrational when I want to be taken seriously.

I don't blame things on hormones. I don't blow up at someone and then apologize later using PMS as an excuse to lose my temper. I hate it when people do that.

However, I always acknowledge that the things I think and feel when it is that time of the month might not be the things I would think and feel any other time, or that they may be more exaggerated than they should be. I feel like I can't trust anything going through my head.

Tolerating insanity one week a month is irritating, but you just deal with it. So, I couldn't give blood for the Red Cross because my iron was low (because it was that time of the month) on Friday last week, after having gone all week in that state of body and mind. There are then 3 or 4 days of mostly not PMSing, and then it comes back. Mother Nature is being a serious bitch. I have too much stuff to do, too many things to worry about, too many decisions to make and things to consider to feel this irrational. I HATE IT. Aside from the irritating discomfort (continuous discomfort), there's emotions to figure out, and plans to make without focusing too much on emotions. If I'm busy having a break-down because I'm stressed and PMSing and miss my family and my friends and my boyfriend, I won't be able to concentrate to do my work. Oh, and another note: my body isn't supposed to do this!!! <--Adds to stress. Effing hormones. I bombed my Italian test today. It was a disaster. I couldn't remember how to say "wake up." It was the worst Italian test I've ever taken.

Haven't done Linguistics h-work, turned in job applications, written my spanish paper, watched the movie the spanish paper is about, thought about my research paper for english class, studied for my sociology test this evening, taken a shower, eaten more than a doughtnut, etc, etc, etc.

I feel awful, and I am so sick of this.
No more PMS.
Please.

Bitchy Sarah.

P.S. We women are allotted chocolate during PMS. More PMS = more chocolate. Though my boyfriend swears I'm losing weight, I don't believe him. I need to be sane Sarah again.

Fabbio is lucky as hell he didn't bother to make any male chauvinist remarks today; otherwise I might have proved that a woman (especially PMSing) can kick a "man's" ass.

Oh PS, I get to spend my summer doing math. Can't effing wait.