To hell and back..... again....
Arrgh. The demons of PMS have gotten their stupid claws in me, and refuse to let go. I just realized that I've been riding this friggin' emotional roller coaster for the past three or four days. Sucky. Seriously, folks, I think that a whole lot of stupid or otherwise crazy stuff has happened throughout humankind's history because of female PMS. Take Helen of Troy. Did she really love Paris? Nah. Dun think so. He just showed up at the right time of the month. He coulda looked like friggin' Ralph Nader, smelled like a bus full of football players after a game, and asked her if she wanted to go study the migration habits of rabid wombats, and she would've been gung-ho for it all the way. Sooooo, they run off to Troy, and by the time she gets there and she realizes that this was a STUPID idea, it's way too late. The in-laws are bangin' on the door, there's a war going on, and Helen and Paris can't even have angry make-up sex because she's bleeding like a stuck pig.
Seriously, you do the stupidest stuff when you're PMSing. I mean.... all of a sudden you have the urge to watch Grease II with your exboyfriend while eating raw squid, even though normally any one of those things alone is enough to make you want to puke your guts out. Someone comments that your hair looks nice today, and you wig out and take it to mean that normally your hair looks like a band of horned owls nest in it. You look at your TV and wonder if dead girls are going to crawl out of it in the middle of the night and kill you, even though there's no particular reason for that to happen. (Shut. Up.) Or you have the indescribable urge to kill the people you live with for no other reason than their hair is annoying you today. You go from incredibly happy to super-dreary to unbelievably horny in an HOUR. And then you snap at all the people you care about because you have a burr up your butt the size of Nebraska.
Hmm, next time I PMS, I'm going to do something constructive with it, like lock a bunch of idiots together in a room and blare repeatedly over a loud speaker, "You will not breed... you will not breed..." until they can think of nothing else but that.
I think I'm gonna go to bed early tonight, take a melatonin or something, and get up early and study for my midterm. Because I canNOT concentrate at night. That, and I am so not staying up late again. Bloody hell. *prances off*
Seriously, you do the stupidest stuff when you're PMSing. I mean.... all of a sudden you have the urge to watch Grease II with your exboyfriend while eating raw squid, even though normally any one of those things alone is enough to make you want to puke your guts out. Someone comments that your hair looks nice today, and you wig out and take it to mean that normally your hair looks like a band of horned owls nest in it. You look at your TV and wonder if dead girls are going to crawl out of it in the middle of the night and kill you, even though there's no particular reason for that to happen. (Shut. Up.) Or you have the indescribable urge to kill the people you live with for no other reason than their hair is annoying you today. You go from incredibly happy to super-dreary to unbelievably horny in an HOUR. And then you snap at all the people you care about because you have a burr up your butt the size of Nebraska.
Hmm, next time I PMS, I'm going to do something constructive with it, like lock a bunch of idiots together in a room and blare repeatedly over a loud speaker, "You will not breed... you will not breed..." until they can think of nothing else but that.
I think I'm gonna go to bed early tonight, take a melatonin or something, and get up early and study for my midterm. Because I canNOT concentrate at night. That, and I am so not staying up late again. Bloody hell. *prances off*