Spinning Doors
Just finished reading Ringworld's Children. It all comes down to Teela Brown, doesn't it? Every little plot thingy that happens. Also, to not be spoilery to anyone who may read it... I kind of knew LW was going to hit level three. I thought it would happen at the end of The Ringworld Throne, but it makes sense that it happen eventually. I think the Ringworld series is officially over, but I can't be sure. The only way to guarantee that is for no one to write Larry Niven with math and questions about the books, or for him to get hit by a bus.
The next book is Elizabeth Haydon's Elegy for a Lost Star. I've been looking forward to reading that one.
Today, I have to clean the kitchen, write a "paper" for Monday, and possibly play sims. A light workload because I had (and am still having, really) a freakout last night at school. It may be stress. It may be hormones. It may be general bottled-up emotions coming out. But I'm all weepy and sad and I can't help it. Also, I'm all crampy and I can't eat. I feel like my week and hell, even my birthday next week is ruined because I've finally started my first period in four months, which means it won't end until Monday at the very earliest, my birthday at the latest. Which means Saturday is gone. All the work and such I did this week. Gone. Because I'm a fat, ugly, disgusting girl.
I'm sorry. Don't try to convince me that I'm not, because I know it's just my slight breakdown that's talking. In a few days I'll be back to pretending that nothing is ever wrong with me and hiding everything I feel again. You know, the status quo.
The next book is Elizabeth Haydon's Elegy for a Lost Star. I've been looking forward to reading that one.
Today, I have to clean the kitchen, write a "paper" for Monday, and possibly play sims. A light workload because I had (and am still having, really) a freakout last night at school. It may be stress. It may be hormones. It may be general bottled-up emotions coming out. But I'm all weepy and sad and I can't help it. Also, I'm all crampy and I can't eat. I feel like my week and hell, even my birthday next week is ruined because I've finally started my first period in four months, which means it won't end until Monday at the very earliest, my birthday at the latest. Which means Saturday is gone. All the work and such I did this week. Gone. Because I'm a fat, ugly, disgusting girl.
I'm sorry. Don't try to convince me that I'm not, because I know it's just my slight breakdown that's talking. In a few days I'll be back to pretending that nothing is ever wrong with me and hiding everything I feel again. You know, the status quo.