A/N I had to put this in because Katie is a girl, what do we rant about? That time of the month. So it's only natural that she rants about it since these are her rantings. Doesn't it always seem to come at the most inappropriate times? During concerts, camp and etc. Like it seems to know when you need to be at your best and it has to make you feel like crap.

I had the whole, which is worse, period or being kicked in the balls conversation with my guy friends.

If I have any guy readers, beware!

8/19/96

Today was Puddlemere tryouts. Hard right? Try doing it on the first day of your time of the month with a bunch of guys who don't understand your pain and you have no aspirin. That is hell. This is total and complete hell. It's not enough that was awoken by Fred and George jumping on my bed or that they along with Oliver found and hide the house supply of tampons but no, there was no aspirin! Remind me to kill all guys. They need to be eliminated from the face of the earth.

I actually think I did ok. I mean, I cursed a few times too many at the couch and they did yell at me for that. Also, guess who was the keeper? Oliver. I'm SOOO mad at him. I spent precious time this morning trying to find the tampons. The couch yelled at me a few times that I should stop attacking Wood with the ball though I must have good aim cause it always hit him rather than allowing him to catch. Ok, once I got focused I made all my shots. I think it was because I gave Oliver the evil eye one too many times. Wood will pay.

We also had to fly around the field in an obstacle course. That was not fun. Well, it was but you try doing it with killer cramps. But you can't get cramps! You're just as bad as a guy. Maybe I should tear pages and rip them up. That would be good.

So anyway, the tryouts went ok. The couch said they would send their decision in the mail. In other words, I didn't make it.

So I've been sitting here in front of the TV watching She's all That. Then I'm going to watch Ten Things I hate about you. I love Angelina! No not THAT way, she's got Fred, she just brought me a whole tub of Ben and Jerry's. Angelina is my ice cream goddess. Cookie Dough ice cream heaven.

The guys just walked in and want to know what I'm doing in my jammies, watching sad movies, eating ice cream and writing in my journal all at the same time at five in the evening.

"Come on, stop making a big deal of it," Fred just said. I can see Angelina glaring daggers at him. I guess he's not getting any tonight. "I mean it can't be any worse than being kicked in the balls."

"This hurts for days," I told him.

"So does being hit in the balls," he argued.

"And you can't move and you feel fat and bloated and can't move," Angelina said taking up my cause. Fred, you are in deep trouble.

"But we have to deal with PMS and mood swings and blinding pain," Angelina countered.

"We get blinding pain after being hit there," Oliver commented quietly. What was that flash?

George just took a picture of me. Oh he is going to get it. Once Alicia finds out he's not getting any tonight either. Hehe, surprise ice-cream attack coming up. DIE GEORGE DIE!

Said ice cream attack has missed. It has hit Oliver in the back of the head, I'm attempting to look innocent writing in you. Oh well, he deserves it, he hide the tampons.

"Katie! I got the Motrin!" Alicia announced. She just stepped in and I bet she's wondering why Oliver has ice cream on the back of his head. She and Angelina have just chased the guys out of the room. Bwahahahah! Girls rule! I love Alicia, again, not like that. She got me one of those heating pads. Feels so good, pain is going away. Ah. I'm in heaven.

Can't write anymore, Angelina and Alicia are going to watch the movies with me, Alicia rented The Love Letter. She also got three more tubs of ice cream, one for her, one for Angelina and one more for me.

Well, since Puddlemere isn't likely to accept me onto the team, I need to start looking for more conventional work. My life stinks. Ok, maybe not, I've got movies, pain killer, heating pad, friends and best of all, two tubs of ice cream.