Boys are Stupid

I keep hearing my phone ring and I think that he's calling me. I wish he would, but I know I made him mad at me. If only I had ANY patience. This shit would be so much easier. I get so frustrated and I take it out on him. I make him feel like shit when I feel like shit. That can't be right. But it's not like he says anything to help it. I'm so mean to him. Why does he put up with it?

Sometimes I feel like I instigate just for the hell of it. Like I have the choice to easily let whatever it is slide, but I take it and milk every detail, I take things too far and not in the way they were intended. I'm a jealous girlfriend, but that's okay because he's a jealous boyfriend. He has no reason to be, but he is anyway.

Even when I'm angry at him (which is a lot, especially around the time of my period) it's a light kind of angry, one that doesn't bring me to tears although it still distracts me from doing any work. It doesn't overwhelmingly distress me but it still pisses me off. I'm in such a weird mood. I know I'm wrong and it's my fault and I'm acting irrational, but I'm still mad at him. Stupid boy. Of course I can't think of anything but him when there's a problem. He's shit at spanish by the way.


I love Ovid. Most interesting shit I've read all year.

"She seized her by the hair and flung her flat upon the ground. The girl held out her arms for mercy."

"Her cheeks are sallow, her whole body shrunk, her eyes askew and squinting; black decay befouls her teeth, her bosom's green with bile, and venom coats her tongue. She never smiles save when she relishes the sight of woe; sleep never soothes her, night by night awake with worry, as she sees against her will successes won and she sickens at the sight."

"On the girl's breast she laid her withering hand and filled her heart with thorny briars and breathed a baleful blight deep down into her bones and spread a stream of poison, black as pitch, inside her lungs."

"Now they are all around him, tearing deep their master's flesh, the stag that is no stag; and not until so many countless wounds had drained away his lifeblood, was the wrath, it's said of chaste Diana satisfied."

"Jove said, 'You women get more pleasure out of love than we men do, I'm sure.' She disagreed." Who's right???


Well...enough of this. I need to get myself some alky.