I have such a busy week. It has been one thing after another. Finally I have a day that I don't have to do anything. Though that is slowly going out of the window too. I have had a strange weekend. On Friday the PMS monster had me by the scruff of the neck and I was out to kill someone. As the months go on, I am getting worse and worse. I start off just a tiny bit irritable. The more irritated I get, the more angry I get. Someone can do the slightest thing, and I will bite their head off. I know in my head that I'm not being rational, yet I can't stop myself, I have to get the venom out of my system. Then I might throw a few things, threaten the lives of a few people, and then crawl in my hole till the next stage appears. Which is? The emotion. Tears and lots of them. I think this is becoming a problem. My Mum wants me to go to the doctors and tell them I turn psycho once a month. It's so difficult to explain. To be fair it only lasts a day. Not even a full day. I can be awful though. I do try and keep away from people. Because you know all them little things that people do, that irriatate you, but you never tell them, because they are insignificant. It's like I get this honesty hat on, that I just have to tell everyone, everything they have ever done to annoy me. I am a monster.
I went to watch my beloved Man Utd yesterday. Oh how I love match days. We won too. Me, my sister, Mike and Maddy's Dad went. Which was fun. Lots of. Me and my sister left the boys and went to enjoy the football, while they did manly things and grunt in the bar. My family have a box at Old Trafford, for the business. I hate going though, because it's all so fake, it's all the people who aren't real fans, just getting drunk. The thing that irritates me the most is, they can watch the match live right in front of them, but most go in the bar and watch it on the television. How annoying. So me and my sister went on the stands with the real fans, got cold, and had a fab time! Then we had to return to the boys. Irritating creatures. Mike is your typical nice guy. You can say what you like to him. Make him do what you want, and he will just do it. So nice, yet so boring, bless him. I think I impressed him with my football knowledge.
My sister left us for ages. I'm going to write another blog about her adventures though. I am hopeless at small talk. I just can't manage to keep my attention to conversation that really means nothing. It annoys me so much. So we sat in silence for the most part. He did at one point try and give me a speech about being nice to my sister, but that didn't work out well for him either. Hmm.
I thought about Kermit alot this weekend. I don't really know why. He did something that really upset me the other day. It was nothing major, but it just really got to me. I thought that maybe at last I would be able to move on. Get him out of my head and be okay. This weekend has been strange though. I have just really wanted him. Just to make me smile or something. I don't really know. I just know that he could always make me feel better about things, and to know he doesn't care anymore, just really hurts. I'm sure I'll be okay. All in all, a good weekend. Hope you folks had a good one xxxx