I'm lame. But over it.
yeah, the two days up until my periods i'm pretty useless.
On Monday, the day before the gore, I actually laid in bed for a few hours sobbing.
Not about anything in particular.
But I just feel so miserable the day before.
And I never realize that it's because of PMS until I've actually started... M.S.. ing.
I put a few of those oxy's to good use yesterday.
My cramps were so bad I was about to call in.
but hooray for Joe.
So today my mood has lifted drastically.
I registered for all of my classes, put in my housing application (with Rob and See's names on it) and paid for that shit.
oh, and I also turned in my "Yes I will accept these scholarships and financial aid" form.
So... things are pretty much taken care of.
I'm just going to have to wait a few weeks to see if I actually get put in the Palmer courts with them. I will pray that I do.
I pray a lot. I never get what I want, but things eventually work out.
I drove through Detroit with my windows down with "Foxy Lady", "Freeze Frame" and "Addicted to Love" as loud as they could go.
A nice little sing along by myself.
I need to get used to being a single entity.
I need to not jump from heart break to heart break.
Robert Palmer was right.
And I might as well face it.
I'm addicted to love.
(or brick walls who wouldn't know love if it bit them in their big ass. Which, by the way: It did. Many times.)
On Monday, the day before the gore, I actually laid in bed for a few hours sobbing.
Not about anything in particular.
But I just feel so miserable the day before.
And I never realize that it's because of PMS until I've actually started... M.S.. ing.
I put a few of those oxy's to good use yesterday.
My cramps were so bad I was about to call in.
but hooray for Joe.
So today my mood has lifted drastically.
I registered for all of my classes, put in my housing application (with Rob and See's names on it) and paid for that shit.
oh, and I also turned in my "Yes I will accept these scholarships and financial aid" form.
So... things are pretty much taken care of.
I'm just going to have to wait a few weeks to see if I actually get put in the Palmer courts with them. I will pray that I do.
I pray a lot. I never get what I want, but things eventually work out.
I drove through Detroit with my windows down with "Foxy Lady", "Freeze Frame" and "Addicted to Love" as loud as they could go.
A nice little sing along by myself.
I need to get used to being a single entity.
I need to not jump from heart break to heart break.
Robert Palmer was right.
And I might as well face it.
I'm addicted to love.
(or brick walls who wouldn't know love if it bit them in their big ass. Which, by the way: It did. Many times.)