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I feel like there's a monster inside my uterus that wants slow, sweet revenge. I just sat here for the past 15 minutes thinking about how painful this is. I don't know what I've done differently this past month, but the amount of blood I seem to have stored up is amazing, like it was expecting the end of the world and needed to save up just incase. I'm surprised I didn't wake up in the middle of a crime scene this morning.. Not to mention the pain.. I'm very ornery, too.

I don't have any new pictures to post this time around. You wouldn't get any of me anyway. I feel like being a cunt like that. Fuck.

I hurt..

These Midol x 10 perscription pills I got from my gyno are so not working, nor did the heating pad I took a nap on, and I'm not quite sure if it's possible to massage the damn organ. I hope I can get to sleep tonight.

In other news, yea.. My tamagotchi just went to sleep. I have a second generation adult Dorotchi, named Zorg. I guess I'm going backwards in the alphabet with four lettered names. He's growing on me; I used to think he wasn't cute, but I find myself making those damn cooing and baby noises at him like I did the other one. Yea. I need a cat.
Or something.

I had an interesting time during my astronomy class today. Well, I always do. I pondered why, during that class only it seems, I think about sex with the people I see around me. There must be something good about them stars we're learning about.. One person that really jumps out at me when I think about it and why this happens is this guy who passes me in the hallway about twenty minutes or so before my math class. I used to not give him one thought, except 'hey, I recognize him from the other day, along with the rest of these people.' Then one day it registered in my head that he had just showed up one day in my mind during astronomy, and next time I see him, I might turn a little red. I don't really go through any of my other classes thinking about sex..with him, anyway.

Um..ouch.
I should just stop writing, it's obvious what's on my mind as is everything that can relate to it.

Oh. It snowed today. All day. It was so windy, my eyes kept watering and I'm sure my face was red enough to make everyone think I had been crying to and from my classes. Only once, I had to walk into the wind and I thought I wouldn't be able to move my legs forward.

One of my suitemates has this dinner party thing going on. I swear there's about ten people outside this door, screaming and gossiping and laughing loudly. I think there are a few members of the basketball team out there. And some hoes. Really dumb ones. I'd like to open the door, take a step out, say something really bitchy, throw a chair or two, and come back in. Closing the door behind me.

I want chocolate and ice cream. I'm almost out of my chocolate chip cookie dough and I do not want to walk down to the emporium to get any more. My whale of an ass and stomach won't make it.
Why. Won't. They. Shut. Up.

The car is still not fixed. I'm sick of constantly buggering my parents to get it fixed by the end of the month. *whines*

I think it would be really funny if I walked into the bathroom with a newspaper. Actually, I really think I should go do that now. With or without a paper. If I'm not back in ten minutes.. I probably passed out.

Something in my lower region just made the wierdest sound I've ever heard it make.

Fucking OW. Anyone know what else to do? I just went to the emporium and was caught in a bad five minutes. I was paralyzed in pain in the middle of the aisle holding my tummy and onto a shelf for support. I thought I was going to give birth and die in the process.