Ok, Izzy's had a bad day again. I hope nobody minds me venting a little bit. I'll try to keep the content as clean as possible. Sorry if I bother anyone.
So I woke up this morning to get ready for school, but I'm in the middle of my monthly, so my head hurts, I'm still tired, I'm cramping, and I feel nauseous and bloated. I take a Midol and get over myself, and go to school. Today is chemistry. My chem class has some of the most retarded people on the planet in it, I swear, and normally I can tune out or read over the book or something and not notice the idiocy surrounding me, but today it wasn't working. I have never wanted access to a shotgun more in my entire life. I have no idea whether I wanted to kill my classmates, the professor, or myself, but if I'd had one, somebody would've died. *Sends up a quick prayer saying thanks that I didn't have any kind of weapon.*
Anyway, survived class, but still felt icky and bitchy at lunchtime. It's custom for me to eat lunch with my boyfriend, so even though I wasn't all that hungry, we went to go eat. I had most of a sandwich from Panera. After lunch I went home and chilled out for a while, trying on some of the new clothes I had bought myself for my birthday. I found one I really liked, so I wore that one until my bf got home from work. He was decidedly unimpressed. The outfit consisted of a purple and black embroidered under-bust corset over a gray, stretchy t-shirt with a long, silver skirt. I'd thought that I'd looked damn sexy and hot and all that stuff, but all he said is that I needed a shirt to cover up my corset. He then went on to respectfully object to my suggestion for dinner, after asking for my opinion. We ended up going to Burger King, which I already don't care for, where I managed to pick out what has to be the worst chicken sandwich ever made in the history of mankind. The french fries they gave me were better, and I can't stand BK's fries. My bf has been walking on eggshells around me all night, but he hasn't tried to apologize; I'm not entirely sure he realizes he hurt me or why.
I don't know if it's just because I'm hormonal, or if it really was a crappy day, but I still don't feel great. I'm hurt and angry, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. I'm just tired of today, and I'm tired of feeling like hell. I'm really hating right now how impossible to please my bf is being. *Asking for good thoughts and prayers, and hoping that everyone else is doing much better than I am.*
*Leaves some hugs to replace the ones I'm running off with*