Sorry for all of the dour posts lately. I haven't been depressed or anything, it just kind of turned out that way.

I've been abandoning all in favor of preparing for this party tomorrow night. I've been busy as a bee cleaning the house all week, and I just got home from a massive grocery shopping spree (which was my mother's generous birthday gift to me.) I bought more filo dough and tofu than any normal person would ever be able to find use for.

What is it with all the attractive Indian men who shop at Michael's having kids? Every single one. I swear to God. I'm standing next to the basamati rice having a grand old time oggling a good-looking guy, and this freaking rugrat comes barrelling around the corner. Of course it's his kid. They ALWAYS have kids. And they're always way older than they look.

I'm inordinately excited about tomorrow night. It's just a party. But it's MY party. I never throw parties. It's going to be awesome.

You should be there.



EDIT!

I totally forgot about last night. Boys, if you're squeamish about lady issues, click on a link to the side. Not Starved Artist's.

So my period came kinda early this month, so although I usually carry analgesics at all times *during my period*, I was quite unprepared. So I start to get cramps during last hour yesterday. No biggie. I'll be home in an hour and a half. I'll take something then. But all of a sudden - BAM!!! I'm in blinding pain. I kind of creep off to the bathroom and *almost* throw up, but my cramps receded, and I figure it's okay to go back to class. They come back pretty much immediately, only worse. I'm dizzy and I can't really see straight. So I go to the bathroom, but since I'm staggering around in this crazy fit of pain and nausea, I just kind of bump into that dealy in between the stall doors and puke all over the floor. It was actually a little funny. Slash really gross. But it gets worse. I CAN'T STOP. So I completely empty the contents of my stomach in a bathroom stall, kind of getting it everywhere. Once I manage to stop, I go to the maintainance office and let them know, because I don't want it to just sit there. I tell them, "It was in the Yellow bathroom - Respect, I think?" (The bathrooms at Oswego High School are all color-coded and named after the six pillars of character. Just a tad queer.) But as I grab my crap and head to the parking lot, I pass the bathroom where my incident happened, and I realize, "Shit! It's the Trustworthiness bathroom, not the Respect bathroom!" So I guess Trustworthiness just had to smell like puke for a couple of hours. On the way home, I hit every red light I possibly could. New red lights sprang up just to prolong my agony. I began to get anxious - as I do only when I have really intense cramps like that - and think about 'what if I'm actually dying?' I had to pull over across from St. Anne's and throw up on the curb. When i finally got home, I took way more than the recommended dose of Excedrin and curled up weeping on the bathroom floor. After about an hour, the Excedrin kicked in, and I found the energy to get up off the floor and get into bed. So that's why I wasn't at jazz band rehearsal.

I really want to go on The Pill and all, but being without it affords me so many opportunities to curry sympathy with Dramatic Mentrual Stories.

posted at 1:18 AM by Alison

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