I would like to bitch about some stuff. Ready? OK.
The day before yesterday, I went to the gym. Twice. Not that big of a deal, but I worked out super hard, one could even say I was hardcore, and this caused me to be extremely sore. Like, every muscle in my body. I blame it mostly on the running. I ran FOUR miles. That is a lot for me, the eliptical girl through and through.
Then, I started my period. That hurts. A lot. For about 2 days, while I'm extremely sore from working out.
Then! I wake up with a sore throat and killer headache.
Then. I remember how my life is a big, gaping suck hole lately, which makes me depressed like, every other hour and cry a lot.
All this wrapped into one 48 hour span of time makes me want to...
I don't even know. Slit my wrists? Nah.
I just want to run away.
I want to pretend I'm 15 and just dyed my hair black and stole a pair of knee high biker boots to wear with my Nine Inch Nails t-shirt, and I want to go to the Greyhound station and give the lady in the booth $40 and ask her how far that will get me. Then I want end up in Knoxville and hitchhike until I meet a really hot, but really bad, boy. Then I want to freak out on him until he kicks me out of his mom's basement, and I end up waitressing at a truck stop and then I will run away on a Greyhound all over again until I finally find my destiny and fate will cure all. Then I wake up on my couch realizing it was all just a movie on Lifetime.
Wouldn't that be nice?
I wish I would have done something like that when I was still young and stupid enough to do it. I used to be invincable.
I watched Across the Universe and it was fan-freakin-tastic.