Wednesday Slump

So, I decided to start ANOTHER blog. No promises regarding consistency. No promises regarding entertainment. I just wanted a little corner far enough removed from my social realm that I didn't need to worry about offending. Plus, I think it is safe to say that Blogger is much more aesthetically pleasing than Livejournal. Hooray for classy, modifiable templates.

I wanted this to be an epic post. However, seeing as how I must depart for class in half an hour and seeing as how I am a slow writer, this looks to be a brief attempt at nutshelling the limitless sea of thoughts swimming about in my wee little noggin right now.

What a long and pretentious sentence that was.

So here we go:
On Health
My period is a monster. And in these seven days prior to its visit, it completely alters everything. My water retention sky rockets. I weep at only mildly-sentimental things on the telly. I crave buckets of really specific not-all-that-appetizing foods (this week, it's Doritos). I am quickly annoyed. I look in the mirror and think, "My GOD, what a disaster." These are the usual PMS symptoms. And seeing as how I've had my period for an entire decade, you'd think I'd be used to it.

I'm not.

Thus the Abs Diet is, for the first time, difficult. Because, instead of the almonds and peanut butter and fruit, I want chips and crackers and cookies. I'm still working out heavily, but the water retention disregards this completely.

I've also brown exceptionally lazy with my water intake. Need to fix that.

Y'know... I've grown exceptionally lazy with all things. Stop that, Candace.

On Love
I don't understand men. I thought that I did. The boy and I are struggling to overcome a few things. I have made great efforts to call more frequently and to not get offended by his phone etiquette which, to me, reads as boredom and unenthusiasm. It will be hard. But, what's a relationship without a struggle? I wouldn't work for it if I didn't think it was worth it.

I guess I'm overly sensitive. I always took the teasing well until it seemed to outweigh the non-teasing. I suppose I have become like every other woman and actually do want him to find the little things about me endearing like I do with him.

But, then I turn on the TV and see the countless sitcoms about unsensitive men who are more into their bodies and their sports and their cars and I realize, "Ok. This is how it is. Accept it. Love it."

Hmm.

On School
I want out of this place. I can't put it any other way. I feel trapped in the routine of boring Salisbury. I'm sorry to be negative. But, it's truly daunting.

*sigh* Class awaits. So long, friends.