i spent last night with joey potter

There is something stressful about tearing through the computer/electronics/entertainment sections of Walmart exactly 4 minutes before they closed in search of an anti-spyware thing that might possibly work. My computer is so infected with spyware that I had to break down and be responsible and actually spend money on something other than jeans (working on 40 pairs that I don't wear thankyouverymuch hello disorder) in hopes that I could rid my computer of the bajillions of pop ups that my computer has recently been gang raped by. And it works, I guess, but when I log off of my user and log back on, the same fucking programs that I had just disabled and/or removed are back in full force and it's the most frustrating thing on the planet. p.s. Someone please inform IE that it is not my default browser anymore because I've tried, but it obviously missed the memo. Die IE and your spyware, too.

Anyway, as the woman repeatedly reminded me and my best friend that Walmart would be closing just as soon as we brought our final purchases up to the counter, I decided that I would go ahead and get the second season of Dawson's Creek. Don't make fun, I grew up with them and their gratuitous use of big words that no 15 year olds ever used in regular conversation and you can't just have one season of a show that you love, by the way. You have to have them all so you can waste entire days off on a dvd watching binge, laughing at yourself for loving such a bad show in the first place. Honestly, I watch these shows and I get the same feeling that I get when I catch that episode of Saved by the Bell when Jessie was so excited. I'm like, supremely overwhelmed and embarrassed, yet nostalgic at the same time. And yes, I realize that I'm gross for still having a crush on a 17 year old Joshua Jackson and that I am sososo lame for even expending this much energy ontalking about. And the show still makes me cry. I officially lose.

My period is taking over my life. I feel like a pod person, only pod people don't know that they're pod people. But I think my point has been made. Or not. The greatest thing about not having anyone read this, is that I can feel comfortable talking about my period and using words like discharge. Who am I kidding? I would feel comfortable anyway. We're all grown, right? Well, I mean, I am. So yes, my period is taking over my life and altering my personality. And not just in that pms-y way where I just want to kill my roommate for no reason because her voice is all of a sudden annoying. Not that way. But I feel hormonal and I want to cry and be domestic but my sadness is winning over my need to paint walls and clean everything in sight. I am manic. My period is making me manic. Oh my god I need a vicodin and sudden death. Good night moon.