hello, bad mood

[rivendellrose]

Gods bless my housemates for tolerating me today.

I have been unbelievably moody today. Like, going from raging pissed off about nothing at all to near tears (again, about nothing) in less than three seconds. Why? Why does the anatomy of half the human species have to be so prone to evil hormonal shit that fucks with emotions? Why???

I've heard it claimed that PMS doesn't really do anything to women's emotions. This is a lie on such a grand scale that I cannot comprehend its full magnitude. I dare any psychologist to do an honest study of my emotions over the course of three months and try to make that claim hold water. Come to think of it, I dare one to just live with me and try to claim it. And no, the fact that our emotions are wonky one week out of a month does not mean, either, that old-fashioned men were right and women could never be in prominent positions of power - it means it takes a hell of a lot more self-control and strength of character for us to do it.

Ahem. That wasn't really what I'd meant to talk about. What I'd wanted to say was that I finished the reading from A House for Mr Biswas, read a bit more of the Yeats reading on the bus, and am going to work on the Arnold report after I close the unused classrooms. Oh, and that I really need to get my ass in gear and make an appointment with the English honors advisor and figure out what I'm doing for my thesis next quarter, as well as establishing for the university that no, I'm not graduating this year. And apply to the Anthropology department. Oh, and do my taxes and apply for financial aid, and all that fun stuff. Whee. *dies*

When I get home from work, I think I'm taking a nice, hot bath - my back's been killing me lately. It's just being bent over my stupid readings that's doing it, but it's damned painful.

Edit: I forgot to write about my happy last night! We went out to sushi and Yunnie's for SJen's birthday and general hanging-out-ness, and Kari and Fey bought a penis-cake from the Erotic Bakery, which led to much entertaining commentary. I can't remember most of it, but I know a good deal of it ended with Sean, Dora, Fey and I just sort of falling all over each other laughing our heads off at our intentional or accidental innuendos. At dinner, Fey and I talked briefly about how happy it made us that Star Trek: PornoEnterprise is being cancelled, and then just guess what was on at Yunnies? You got it!

It turns out, Enterprise is much more entertaining when muted and just seen with closed captioning and sappy pop providing the background. I'm telling you, Bakula and that angsty Andorian were totally fitting the Gloria Estefan (or whatever the hell that one song was - I can't remember anymore).

Comments

[ex-olivehorn645.livejournal.com]

I like the idea that PMS is when women act and feel the way men do pretty much all of the time, making us more suited to positions of power. ;)

I certainly know how you feel, anyway. Hope you get to feeling better soon.

[rivendellrose.livejournal.com]

Lol. I'll have to remember that!

Thanks much - music and tea seem to do wonders, as with so many things. ;)

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it babes, we all have our bad days.

[rivendellrose.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know. ...And that icon just never stops being funny. XD

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Just think: home, hot bath, and possibly hot tea.

(And Kari and I have already finished watching 'Army of Darkness'.)

[rivendellrose.livejournal.com]

Mmmm... bath and tea.....

Never underestimate the healing powers of a good comedy-fic and hot chocolate, either. I'm feeling much better, for the moment at least.

Oh, good! Funny silly movie.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Yes! Both very good things.

That's good. I'm glad you're feeling better.

Yes! Kari enjoyed it, and now Terra is home and we're watching some more Kingdom Hospital.

[rivendellrose.livejournal.com]

Still definitely going for that bath and tea when I get home, I think. I had another bizarre mood 180 again just a minute ago - pretty much between floors I went from "whee, going pretty well" to "damn I'm depressed."

*Headdesk* I fucking hate hormones.

[narsilion.livejournal.com]

men are for the most part such babies when they are upset or don't feel good, can you imagine what they would be like if THEY had to go through the moodiness and cramps??? I can see it now L:p

[rivendellrose.livejournal.com]

Heheheh, very true. I'd love to see it, just for a day or so. ;)

[zhapper.livejournal.com]

I managed to injure my lower back quite nastily about a week ago. Large, nonathletic people such as myself shouldn't go jumping off of balconies whilst playing at capture the flag. Since then, I've had spasms and unpleasant aches. I've been the absolute biggest, moodiest jerk this week. I will never again loose my patience with a woman suffering her biology.

[narsilion.livejournal.com]

oh, I'm sorry about your back. Thank you for being such a wonderfully understanding man!

[zhapper.livejournal.com]

lose not loose
lose not loose
lose not loose

Unfortunately, my understanding, at least of the English language, seems to be tied directly to sleep and my lack thereof.

[narsilion.livejournal.com]

I think that is true of all of us. Sleep=good thinking.

[rivendellrose.livejournal.com]

Awww, poor Chris!! That sounds awful! *Pats* Have you had it looked at, to make sure there wasn't any real damage?