Pms @ MindSay

I can't really say that I'm in a good mood today. Maybe I'm PMSing again. Who knows.

Happy Easter, I s'pose.

I changed my default font colour from red to white, because I remembered this morning that the colour red releases off angry chemicals or hormones or something. There was too much red on my blog anyway.

Yesterday I woke up and started crying in the morning. I stayed in bed until the late hours of the morning. It took me great effort to motivate myself to actually get up and out of bed. When I did, I remained down in the dumps for most of the day. It was sunny out. I slept most of my afternoon. I went for a small walk outside by myself, knowing that sunlight and light in general releases what I call "happy" chemicals in the brain. It didn't work. Mom took note of how I was feeling, but she did nothing about it. I wrote a poem yesterday, I slept, and I went for a walk. Nothing I did made me feel any lighter or happier. I even told mom to not answer the phone if it was for me (Vicki tends to call on a daily basis), because I had a 0 tolerance for people. Even today, I still feel the same way.

I feel like breaking something. I feel like punishing myself for no good reason. I still feel angry, like yesterday. I don't want to be around anybody at all. I like being isolated. I like it when I'm all by myself. That way my mind wanders to a distant place where I can be who I want to be, where I'm pain-free, and where I can do whatever I want without feeling anything afterwards.

Today, Easter Sunday - I was dragged to church. There was no point in me going. There's no point in me doing anything in relation to religion now, I've discovered. Might as well "savour" my time while I'm here on this cruddy earth.

I don't even know what to DO with myself anymore.

The fam and I are going out to dinner tonight at this restaurant here in town. I'm not even hungry.

I found this and thought it would be a good guide to share with all my friends! I Hope these words of wisdom will keep you from sleeping with Fido!

Women will understand this! 
Men should memorize it!

Every woman knows that there are days when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his life in his hands! This is a handy guide that should be carried like a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, co-worker or significant other!





 

MAJOR DANGER WILL ROBINSON WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING?  DID THAT ACTUALLY COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?	OKAY, SLIIGHTLY OUT OF THE DANGER ZONE BUT YOU MAY ASK THE DOG TO MAKE ROOM FOR YOU	SHEW! THAT WAS A CLOSE ONE, YOU MAY BE ON THE COUCH BUT YOU WONT BE IN THE DOG HOUSE!	BINGO! AWASOME JOB YOU CAN CONSIDER YOURSELF SAFE!
What's for  dinner?	Can I help you  with dinner?	Where would you like  to go for dinner?	Here, have some wine.
Are you  wearing that?	You sure  look good in brown!	WOW! Look at you!	Here, have some wine
What are you  so worked up about?	Could we be  overreacting?	Here's my paycheck.	Here, have some wine.
Should you be  eating that?	You know, there are  a lot of apples left.	Can I get you a piece  of chocolate with that?	Here, have some wine.
What did you  DO all day?	I hope you didn't  over-do it today.	I've always loved you  in that robe!	Here, have some wine.

 

Have researchers found out why in the hell women eat like truck drivers with a tapeworm when that time of the month comes around?

 

I didn't eat lunch today because I had to run errands right after work.  I came home and ate some leftovers from yesterday because my stomach was growling like pissed off bear.  I was satiated for approximately 20 minutes.  Now I am RAVENOUS! I'm trying to wait until the husband finishes cooking.  He was so excited because he wanted to try frying chicken for the first time. I told him what he needed and how to go about cooking it. Now it is smelling so good that I'm salivating!

• Geez us! I've been a hormonal maniac the last few days.  I got into another cussin' and cleaning rage. Why is there always fucking pennies and clothes hangers on the floor??? I swear I must've collected at least 5 dollars worth of pennies on the damn floor!  I have change recepticles all over the damn house, but they aren't as accessible as the floor I suppose!  As I got ready to drop of the kiddo to school, I noticed that I had my hair in this gawd-awful 50's hairstyle!  I looked like Joan Crawford.  I guess I was channeling her this weekend.  "I'm not mad at YOU kiddo, I'm mad at the pennies!" Guess who's seen Mommy Dearest way too many times?

 

 

• I'm not as freaked out over this test as I was over the last test we took in my Bio-Psych / Neurology class. This test should be much easier -- even the professor said so.  That doesn't mean that I should slack off the way I am. Lucky for me, there may be some evidence according to my professor that a woman's cognitive abilities slightly increase when her estrogen levels are their highest. They reach their highest level during ovulation and remain raised until menstruation. So thanks to my current state of PMS, I may be bitchier, but my cognitive abilities are slightly higher right now and should still be relatively high on Thursday when I take my test.  Then again, based on some of the racist "research" I've read lately, since I'm genetically predispositioned to be intellectually inferior and more violent, my estrogen levels won't do me any good.  I may just get frustrated trying to fill out my scantron sheet and bust a cap in my professor's ass.

 

• I decided to give up refined sugars until Christmas due to the fact that I ate enough sugar over the Thanksgiving break to put Imperial out of business.  I am going to the store after I pick up the kiddo to buy some honey for my coffee. I'm actually considering sweetening my sweet potato pies with honey instead of sugar. I'll just sweeten one with honey, and the other with sugar.  It should be interesting.