ugh. fuck pms. now, i don't usually complain about pms, because a) it's a total cop-out and b) it rarely affects me. not the case, this cycle. monday i was the most affectionate lady in the land. i just wanted to cuddle and love and be covered in snuggles. after a bunch of texts to josh about how much i loved him and missed him while i was at work, i drove downtown to meet my friend alana for sushi. it was nice to catch up, and eat just the right amount of sushi. after dins, i drove up to davisville because justin was in town, and had asked me to stop by while he was at zuber's for the night. i showed up to an empty apartment, which isn't too uncommon, and was greeted few by few by boys. boys with hockey equipment. even my own loverpants joshua showed up (after telling me he wasn't coming). these lovely men i count as friends had gotten it in their heads that a hardcore game of street hockey was about to go down. first, they had to build a net. that accomplished, they had to find a suitable rink, one that was lit since building the net had taken all the time daylight had given them.
i left around 10, and was greeted by a parking ticket on my car in andrew's lot. grr. tho, to be fair, i never pay to park there (even tho you're supposed to, at all times) and i've surely parked at least $30-worth of times.
yesterday, josh asked me to come with him to zuber's for more ball hockey. i semi-reluctantly agreed. unfortunately it was raining, so after watching the boys for half an hour or so, i went back to the apartment to make dinner. we ate, then the boys went all manly and decided to play video games and watch sports. this is where the stupidest part of pms kicks in. i was feeling slightly anti-social, and in no mood to play video game hockey with 7 men, so i retreated to andrew's bed with a book. i chose to go. yet, as the night went on, i became increasingly annoyed/upset that no one bothered to come in and see how i was doing. i knew that being upset over this situation that i had brought on myself was ridiculous, and an overreaction to the nth degree, and knowing how ridiculous it was only made me mad at myself. and so on, in an escalating cyclical fashion. i mean, any one of those boys would lay down in traffic for me (except maybe bell, but fuck bell), and here i was, upset that they weren't appreciating me. so, so lame!
i ended up leaving andrew's around 10:30, and coming home to bed. i texted/vented with lv for a little while, then crashed hard. it was a delicious sleep, and hitting the hay early again tonight is likely a good idea. |
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