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Jesus Christ. I hate my period.

I am currently sitting in a computer lab on campus, and I just realized that the front of my pants are covered in my menstrual fluid. So attractive, yes? I was just talking to a girl from my french class. I wonder if she noticed. Fucking hell.

Also, a question for all of you. I sent Meghan a message asking if she'd come by my apartment before we go to Jen's tonight. She hasn't replied yet. She doesn't know where I live. If she hasn't replied by the time I leave campus this afternoon, should I send her directions just in case? Or would that be too pushy? I probably won't get a chance to send them any other time.

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I saved a skunk's life last night, but I think someone ran over it a couple of hours later. And I am sad over this!

Also, why is my mother on crack? We had a good conversation last night. She didn't talk over me! Or ignore half of what I said! But apparently she does not remember how parts of the conversation went, so she made things up. Way to go, Mom.

But appaaaaaarently my great-aunt knows I am gay. No one told her; my grandma said not to! I wish I could see my grandma's face when she realizes that Aunt Veronica figured it out on her own. But nothing! Nothing could be funnier than the time Grandma and Aunt Veronica tried to make potato salad and ended up wrestling over the potatoes. Oh god. Laughing now.

I e-mailed Kristin the other day to tell her that I had a couple of her DVDs and she had my first disc of Arrested Development, and she said we could exchange them. So! We had dinner last night. And I was obnoxious, and it was beautiful. I think she enjoyed herself, but it's hard to tell. In any case, I took great pleasure in mentioning as often as possible what a friennnnndly meal we were sharing.

My roommate came home at some point last night while I was dancing around the apartment. I don't know when. I have my fingers crossed that it was while I had my door shut, but all I know is that when I started dancing he wasn't there and when I finished he was. Damn the Smiths! And the HorrorPops! And Tegan & Sara! Let my feet rest. Please?

(Also, you know you're weird when you pay more attention to the cool way that What Difference Does It Make segues into Miss Take than to what your hand is doing between your legs. asdfghjkl;lkjhgfdsa! Lame.)

I think I'm fucking lactose intolerant.

Also. I get tables of my own tonight.

I am so, so, so tired. I have been writing essays for the last twelve hours.

You see, I thought I had one eight-page paper due tomorrow and one due next Monday, but as I realized at three o'clock this afternoon, both papers are due tomorrow. Yes, I am an idiot. No, I hadn't really started either of them.

But they are done now, and I can climb into bed now without worrying about tomorrow, and hopefully I will have very sweet dreams. fhldsfhdsafhhfd. Thank god today's over.

asdjfhdlfhsdjfhlsdafh;fdfkdkjnfdnvklnvfk. I am the biggest loser ever.

Okay, so, I am one of those people who are always fidgeting with something. It drives the people around me crazy. I steal their water bottles and their pens and their whatevers, and I just fidget with them. So tonight I was fussing with this giant plastic egg that my mom gave me for Easter, and I wasn't even thinking about it.

AND I WENT TO THE BATHROOM. CARRYING A GIANT PURPLE EGG. THE COMMUNITY BATHROOM.

People stared at me. God. It doesn't help that I was wearing a bright green shirt with pink monkey banana shorts. But a giant plastic purple egg. God. I am so incredibly lame. I didn't even think twice about it until I went to push open the door and found that my hands were occupied, and by then it was too late because there was a girl at one of the sinks already looking at me funny. I tried to preserve dignity and I just went into a stall, but. sfhldsjfhlkjghdfkhg. Trying to pee with an egg in your lap isn't the easiest thing in the world. Washing your hands with an egg is even less easy.

Wtf, wtf, wtf.