Bright green antibiotic Band-Aids don't make me smile like they should.
Jimmy John's is supposed to open on Friday, and we're all meeting in Lake Geneva tonight at the unfinished store. I hope we get it together before Friday. Yargh. I learned how to slice meat last night, and I'm actually really good at it. Haha. I'll be the girl behind the counter messing with the heavy machinery, yo. That's kind of the chick I aspire to be: big metal. Literally. I'd be part robot if I could.
Had to get a blood test today.
I fucking hate needles. And when she stuck me, I laughed out loud like a crazy person, which totally didn't help anything, just made me laugh more.
I'm trying not to write about them. Agh.
"There are worse things I could do then go with a boy...or two." I love this song. Rizzo didn't get enough screen time. Stupid Sandra D. and her flat character.
I am now in the possession of birth control pills. Hopefully, they will stop my stupid periods from being long, heavy, and monumentally painful, plus clear up my horrendous acne. And the doctor gave me a recommendation to start taking vitamin D3, which ups serotonin levels.
But then I started wondering: what is a normal serotonin level? Why do some people have fucked up hormones and some people don't? Are we meant to deal with our hormones or take supplements to fix them? Don't hormones contribute to personality, and, if so, are we altering our personalities by taking vitamins to fix our chemical imbalances? Who are we really if we're all on pills to make us the same?
OMFG, existential day.
So yeah. Think about that. Or don't, I guess. Whatever suits your fancy (you fancy people).
Jimmy John's is supposed to open on Friday, and we're all meeting in Lake Geneva tonight at the unfinished store. I hope we get it together before Friday. Yargh. I learned how to slice meat last night, and I'm actually really good at it. Haha. I'll be the girl behind the counter messing with the heavy machinery, yo. That's kind of the chick I aspire to be: big metal. Literally. I'd be part robot if I could.
Had to get a blood test today.
I fucking hate needles. And when she stuck me, I laughed out loud like a crazy person, which totally didn't help anything, just made me laugh more.
I'm trying not to write about them. Agh.
"There are worse things I could do then go with a boy...or two." I love this song. Rizzo didn't get enough screen time. Stupid Sandra D. and her flat character.
I am now in the possession of birth control pills. Hopefully, they will stop my stupid periods from being long, heavy, and monumentally painful, plus clear up my horrendous acne. And the doctor gave me a recommendation to start taking vitamin D3, which ups serotonin levels.
But then I started wondering: what is a normal serotonin level? Why do some people have fucked up hormones and some people don't? Are we meant to deal with our hormones or take supplements to fix them? Don't hormones contribute to personality, and, if so, are we altering our personalities by taking vitamins to fix our chemical imbalances? Who are we really if we're all on pills to make us the same?
OMFG, existential day.
So yeah. Think about that. Or don't, I guess. Whatever suits your fancy (you fancy people).