Event Season Has Begun

Well this time tomorrow, I will be in Illinois gearing up for the first big event of the year. Spring Wars has arrived!!! Please send thoughts of good weather our way and in return I will not think of you as too much of a loser for not being there. ;P

It is going to be a blast! Fighting, drinking, and perhaps even some alone time with the boy. =) My armor is all done and ready to get beaten in. I just wish I had had time to make warmer garb... But layers will have to do.

I will return next week with pictures and stories and bruises galore!
Huggles!!!

Guess who is not a Pathetic Loser anymore!

Well, good guess, but no, it's not me. I am, in fact, still a pathetic loser who the state deems unfit for a drivers license. I simply cannot pass maneuverability for the life of me. And I wish they would stop giving me drop dead gorgeous guys for examiners! It is really distracting! I swear I have some sort of subconscious loathing for orange cones and therefore must squash them beneath my tires at all costs... I wish they would go back to good old parallel parking, I can do that! How hard is it not to hit a car?! This sucks... I am a good driver, I swear! If I don't get this license before May, I will lose my job. *pout* I suck.

ps. (giggle- spell check wants me to change the word license to Melisent)

Through Gritted Teeth

Today is one of those days where I doubt my unwavering happiness with being a member of the female persuasion. It is hard to feel confident and beautiful when all I want to do is curl up in the fetal position and mutter obscenities through gritted teeth. I suppose it makes me a stronger and more pain tolerant person in the long run but at the moment I am very tempted to use that pain tolerance to stab out my ovaries. I find it slightly ironic that the subject in my women's psychology class today was PMS. According to the survey my prof passed out I have premenstrual dysphoric disorder. You know, that new disorder that doctors prescribe Sarafem for, which they don't tell you is actually just prozac in a pretty new pink and purple capsule. I don't need prozac, I just need something to punch repeatedly, and maybe some chocolate. =)

Check it Out!

I have often wondered whether the way people see me and the way I see myself are consistent. It worries me at times that the qualities that I feel are important about me might not be translating through my actions. For the most part, I have resolved to be myself and not worry about others. But it would be interesting to see the results of this. It is a neat site that compares your description of yourself with that of your friends. So check it out, describe me, and then I can get a complex. =)