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Statement of the Day:
Jun. 10th, 2003 10:12 pm"HORMONES ARE EVIL."
Sorry for the all-caps sentence, but they are. Very, very evil. And that comment comes from many different directions. And this is the third time I'm trying to write this rant out, because my computer is evil and every time I'd open something else and then close it, this would close too. Then I took a break and was thinking about teeth for a little while. But I'll try to get my badly damaged train of thought on the tracks again, even after it's flown off them and hit a couple of farmhouses and whatnot...
Erm. Yeah. I'm really screwed up at the moment. Which is the first reason hormones are evil--an ickle bit of estrogen and progesterone and stuff running through your system, and then, everything--I'm physically feeling badly, tired, entirely dependent on painkillers, craving chocolate, ice cream, and salty stuff to an insane degree, having insane mood swings ("easily irritable"? You have NO idea), can't be away from home for more than a couple hours at a stretch (SCHOOL IS EVIL), probably very tactless and prone to saying really random things that will offend or wierd out other people, and any little thing drives me *crazy*. I mean, my sense of smell seems to be insisting that it's important lately; it was having flashbacks, and I've just been remembering the way stuff smells, especially people, like their hair and clothing... Eddy's jacket smells really good, btw; I was using it as a pillow in English class. Erm... yeah... sort of off-topic... but that's a little thing and it's just been distracting me so much, for two days it's been driving me crazy; Monday I could smell feet all day with random intervals of Matt's hair (which was what I'd been using to get away from the smell of feet on Sunday), today during school the main memorable smells were Chris' hair from earlier in the morning, Matt's hair from using him as a pillow briefly during lunch (for some reason I don't recall Beky, mebbe 'cos it wasn't her hair), and Eddy's jacket from all of English class, and then this afternoon they're all randomly coming back to me... Anyway, that's WAY off topic. (Unless maybe it's hormonally driven.)
So. Anyway... raging hormones are also directly linked to raging mood swings, which seems to be happening; the intensity and often inconsistency of everyone's emotions that I can pick up even just from skimming over my friends page here on LJ is insane.
The worst way this manifests is people thinking they're in love-- evil, evil, makes them absolutely no fun; I'm lucky I can basically live without that and just occasionally pull out a bit of fangirliness when it's both fun and convenient, and haven't lost my grip on them... oh well, at least I know they exist. Matt insists they're not part of his problem... erm. Yeah. Suuuuuuure. That was an interesting conversation; I think it would have been better over the phone, because some things sound odd written.
Oh yes, and we have the whole reason that OFUM and the PPC exist. Gah. Kill me, please. Actually, don't... then I can't continue to kill the Sues....
There are probably more. There are probably a lot more. I could probably make this fifty pages long, but I can't afford to; I need to go to bed.
Goodnight,
~Claudia, royally screwed up at the moment
Sorry for the all-caps sentence, but they are. Very, very evil. And that comment comes from many different directions. And this is the third time I'm trying to write this rant out, because my computer is evil and every time I'd open something else and then close it, this would close too. Then I took a break and was thinking about teeth for a little while. But I'll try to get my badly damaged train of thought on the tracks again, even after it's flown off them and hit a couple of farmhouses and whatnot...
Erm. Yeah. I'm really screwed up at the moment. Which is the first reason hormones are evil--an ickle bit of estrogen and progesterone and stuff running through your system, and then, everything--I'm physically feeling badly, tired, entirely dependent on painkillers, craving chocolate, ice cream, and salty stuff to an insane degree, having insane mood swings ("easily irritable"? You have NO idea), can't be away from home for more than a couple hours at a stretch (SCHOOL IS EVIL), probably very tactless and prone to saying really random things that will offend or wierd out other people, and any little thing drives me *crazy*. I mean, my sense of smell seems to be insisting that it's important lately; it was having flashbacks, and I've just been remembering the way stuff smells, especially people, like their hair and clothing... Eddy's jacket smells really good, btw; I was using it as a pillow in English class. Erm... yeah... sort of off-topic... but that's a little thing and it's just been distracting me so much, for two days it's been driving me crazy; Monday I could smell feet all day with random intervals of Matt's hair (which was what I'd been using to get away from the smell of feet on Sunday), today during school the main memorable smells were Chris' hair from earlier in the morning, Matt's hair from using him as a pillow briefly during lunch (for some reason I don't recall Beky, mebbe 'cos it wasn't her hair), and Eddy's jacket from all of English class, and then this afternoon they're all randomly coming back to me... Anyway, that's WAY off topic. (Unless maybe it's hormonally driven.)
So. Anyway... raging hormones are also directly linked to raging mood swings, which seems to be happening; the intensity and often inconsistency of everyone's emotions that I can pick up even just from skimming over my friends page here on LJ is insane.
The worst way this manifests is people thinking they're in love-- evil, evil, makes them absolutely no fun; I'm lucky I can basically live without that and just occasionally pull out a bit of fangirliness when it's both fun and convenient, and haven't lost my grip on them... oh well, at least I know they exist. Matt insists they're not part of his problem... erm. Yeah. Suuuuuuure. That was an interesting conversation; I think it would have been better over the phone, because some things sound odd written.
Oh yes, and we have the whole reason that OFUM and the PPC exist. Gah. Kill me, please. Actually, don't... then I can't continue to kill the Sues....
There are probably more. There are probably a lot more. I could probably make this fifty pages long, but I can't afford to; I need to go to bed.
Goodnight,
~Claudia, royally screwed up at the moment
