well, crappy pants
the entire, complete, whole world is against me and the thought of a cigarette has never tasted to so good. let me list them.
number one: what is wrong with the cubs? how hard is it to win a baseball game that they were winning in the first third of the game?! friggin cubs. ::sigh:: oh well. there's always next year. the cubs' fan mantra. say it with me . . . "THERE'S ALWAYS NEXT YEAR!"
number two: my hair stylist is either blind, retarded, or really senile. i asked for a certain haircut today. i want to look like meg ryan in 'you've got mail' so i can grow my hair back longer. i even brought a fringgin' picture! and for the four-thousandth time now, she's screwed up my hair. i'm sick of tipping her if she's not going to cut my hair right. i look like a four-year-old boy. is it too much to ask to look like meg ryan?
and number three: let it be known that the gynocologist SUCKS! it's the most uncomfortable think i've ever hand to do. and people lie. it DOES hurt. and you DO feel it. but i got over that quickly. i didn't get over what she told me. the reason my periods are few and far between (or so it seems) is because i probably have polycystic ovary syndrome. my ovaries don't release my eggs correctly and when the eggs aren't released right, they turn into cysts. this also explains my acne and such. but because my estrogen levels are screwed due to my lazy eggs, i have a little too much testosterone in my body. this is what causes the acne. but all of this can lead to pre-diabetes. this isn't exact diabetes. it's the symptoms of diabetes. i guess it messes up my sugar levels. all kinds of fun stuff. it can be corrected with birth control and everything should be fine. of course, my mom had to ask about my future fertility. she said that everything should be okay, but this needs to be taken care of. the doctor said that at least we took care of this while i'm 18 instead of catching it in my thirties. i just really wanted her to say 'everything's all right. here's the pill. you'll be regular.'
i just REALLY want a cigarette right now.
number one: what is wrong with the cubs? how hard is it to win a baseball game that they were winning in the first third of the game?! friggin cubs. ::sigh:: oh well. there's always next year. the cubs' fan mantra. say it with me . . . "THERE'S ALWAYS NEXT YEAR!"
number two: my hair stylist is either blind, retarded, or really senile. i asked for a certain haircut today. i want to look like meg ryan in 'you've got mail' so i can grow my hair back longer. i even brought a fringgin' picture! and for the four-thousandth time now, she's screwed up my hair. i'm sick of tipping her if she's not going to cut my hair right. i look like a four-year-old boy. is it too much to ask to look like meg ryan?
and number three: let it be known that the gynocologist SUCKS! it's the most uncomfortable think i've ever hand to do. and people lie. it DOES hurt. and you DO feel it. but i got over that quickly. i didn't get over what she told me. the reason my periods are few and far between (or so it seems) is because i probably have polycystic ovary syndrome. my ovaries don't release my eggs correctly and when the eggs aren't released right, they turn into cysts. this also explains my acne and such. but because my estrogen levels are screwed due to my lazy eggs, i have a little too much testosterone in my body. this is what causes the acne. but all of this can lead to pre-diabetes. this isn't exact diabetes. it's the symptoms of diabetes. i guess it messes up my sugar levels. all kinds of fun stuff. it can be corrected with birth control and everything should be fine. of course, my mom had to ask about my future fertility. she said that everything should be okay, but this needs to be taken care of. the doctor said that at least we took care of this while i'm 18 instead of catching it in my thirties. i just really wanted her to say 'everything's all right. here's the pill. you'll be regular.'
i just REALLY want a cigarette right now.