Does that mean my body must always be a source of pain?

I held a group study for my Spanish exams at my house last night and we ended pretty late which is why I wasn’t able to write anything. Actually, the real reason why we finished at 10:30 last night is because we wanted to watch The Weakest Link. I’ve never really been fond of local TV and certainly not local TV shows. The last local TV show I watched was an episode of G-mik (or was that TGIS, I can’t remember) when Kapst and my other friends went to my house some months ago. It was so corny I could puke! But despite the fact that I’ve never swithced to the local channels until then, I found myself enjoying The Weakest Link some nights ago when my dad was watching it and I decided to join him. It’s fun to answer the questions and I like the way the host says, “You are the weakest link…goodbye.” But I really hate the way the guys in that show are such chauvinist pigs. They always vote the girls off first, and the asshole who won last night said that the reason why he voted the only girl in the group off was because “I want to seperate the girls from the guys.” Now what kind of shitty reason is that? I hope he gets a lot of bad karma for being such a dick.

I hate the fact that I can’t control certain parts of my body. For instance, my period. I wish I could just command my body and tell it when I want my period to be. Because for some reason, I always get my period late Thursday morning. And on the following day, Friday, we are required to wear our gala uniform which is a white uniform. Now you know how hard it is to wear white when you have your period. And I never had any trouble with it, until this morning. After Chemistry class (lunch time), I checked the back of my uniform and to my horror, there was a medium-sized, very visible red spot on my butt (and pinkish streaks above all that red)! The last time I had stains on my uniform was when I was in sixth grade, and I wasn’t really conscious about those kind of things then. Fortunately, I would be having P.E. for two hours this afternoon, and I’m the responsible girl who always brings her P.E. uniform even though it’s uncomfortable as hell. So I changed into my P.E. uniform and hurried downstairs so I could put on a fresh napkin. As I was going down, several classmates inquired me on why I was wearing my P.E. uniform. Not satisfied with my sarcastic answer that went something like, “Because I think our P.E. uniform looks cool and I like wearing it,” I had to explain to them that my napkin leaked. After four more people asked me about my P.E. uniform, I was beginning to think of wearing a sign that said, “I’m in my P.E. uniform because my napkin leaked on the white gala uniform our crazy school makes us wear every Friday regardless if you have your period or not.” Nobody else asked after that though, and I went through the rest of the day in peace, save for the occassional cramps.