They didn't really work out. I was about to find out how tylenol and some of that half gallon of whiskey would mix, but Aurora called me. By the time I got off the phone, my daddy was home so I didn't get to see how that would work. Probably not well, but I wanted it. I've had a hard day and I feel like I need something.
I doubt any one really wants to know this, but I feel like shit. I've started my period (a week early!) and icky cramps. That must have been why I've wanted chocolate, sex, and have been bitchy all this week. Anyway. I didn't have any tampons (ugh) and nobody had any. I get asked for them all the time and I've got them, but the one time I don't and I need them from some one else... no one coughs any up. Grr. So I asked my Spanish teacher who is an asshole to begin with, especially if you ask him to go somewhere if I could go to the nurse. When I get in there, she was on the phone. She finally gets off long enough to show me where her stuff is so I could use her bathroom. I get out and she's back on the phone. I leave and go back to class. I put the pass on the table so he could put it away later. He goes to put it away and marches back there to where I am sitting. He snaps at me, "You didn't get it signed." I honestly had not a clue I was supposed to get it signed. The only place I have been all school year is to the bathroom. I had never even left in his class before. Of course, he said, "Well the nurse knows that you need to get it signed." He thought that I hadn't went to the nurse. He walked away before I could even open my mouth to explain to him why she didn't sign it. What an asshole.
Oh, yes in Freshman Success today my teacher told us that we will have to write this research paper on what we want to do after high school. We have to research our school of choice, scholarships, student loans, career options, how much money we will make, etc. I asked him, "What if what I really want to do is get married and stay at home?" He said for the purposes of this assignment, I can not. If that's what I want to do, I should be allowed to write about it. Lots of women do that. Honestly, those civil rights leaders were stupid for wanting women to be allowed to work. Who in the hell wants to work when they can stay at home on their ass? GRR.
I've had a total pizza binge tonight. That'll be my last one for a while. The challenge starts tomorrow. I have to weigh in too. That really sucks, because I'm on my period so I'm going to be a couple of pounds heavier than I really am because... well, the scale always goes up around this time. Hopefully I will be able to do this. I know I can. I am going to start running once I can move again. I feel shitty. I'll be glad when this is over.
Erm, I kinda want to cut. Not real bad, just a little bit so I know I'm still alive.
Oh gosh. That thing that is really bugging me is bugging me right now. I can't talk about it though because she has the link to this and if nothing is going on I don't want her to see it. (not you Lindsey)
Umm... I think I'm going to a dance tomorrow night. I have not a clue what to wear. Grr. I really wish I could walk around naked but that won't quite cover it. Plus too many cuts to hide.
The ones on my arm look really shallow. They sure did bleed a lot though. I forgot how much your wrist bleeds. I guess my body did too because I thought I was going to fall out. That was so... ugh. Sad thing is, part of me loved it. Blah.
Anyway, I think I'll do some icons tomorrow. <3
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LOL. How cold does it usually get down there (up there...which ever the case may be...)?
I'm sorry you have felt really bad today. Things will soon brighten up! Like a certain person keeps saying to me, "hang in there!"
Of course.
I think I read almost all of yours.
Haha.
I am lame I know.
But its nice to know there is someone like me out there.
Someone who can't get past cutting.
But I am getting through it.
And that whole loving how much it bled thing I can understand.
Once I cut and it bled for a really long time.
It scared me.
But at the same time thrilled me.
I don't know why.
But it did.
you like it? I was editing at the time you commented so I'm not sure which background I had...I think I'll go back to the snow flakes though, it looked better then it does now...
Yea, I know its easier said then done...I know that all too well...but I've found that (for me any way) when some one is behind you it is a heck of a lot easier....the cutting thing gets really rough at times but either way it gos, whether you give in or not, He is always with you and never gives up on you...and thank goodness for that...
Doesn't sound fun. And, you be careful with the pills and drinking too eh? *sigh* Sometimes I wish that I'd accidentally take too many of these and that, and drink the wrong thing with it. Ya know. Anyways...*hugs* sorry about your asshole of a teacher. That really sucks. <3
I know, I can't seem to find a good background that I like where you can still read the font easily...
Yes, it is a good thing that you didn't cave. I know it gets really hard...believe me I know...I'm dealing with it right now........but I guess the less you do it the less you want it........atleast thats what someone told me, I haven't proven it true yet, though...
Thanks for commenting my sunset picture :o).
I'm Rosie, what's your name?
I hope, somehow, your weekend is an improvement on your week. Be safe.
Yea, I know what you mean.
Ehh, I'd rather not wake up. x.x
Thanks though...I'm a stubborn ass. lol.
*sigh*
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eh, i think i'm too old for all of those things. it was easier for help when i was in school.
of course that's how it is. you dish out tampons, and the one day you need them, you don't get them in return. story of my life right there. ha.
part of me loves all the blood too..
lol...
tampons
Awe, thank you. Yeah I know, I have been cutting sence the seventh grade unfortuantely. Its hard to stop, do you do so?
Honestly, those civil rights leaders were stupid for wanting women to be allowed to work.
No, they weren't. And women have never been at home sitting on their ass, they were supporting their husband emotionally, cooking for him, looking after the house, and raising kids.