I'm in a grumpy mood today. I'm sorry. I hope you're having a good day, though, Internet. (Sorry to do this to the guys out there, but...) I started my first period since Nell today and I'm just miserable. I'm not worried or anything, but it's like the knob on ALL the normal symptoms was turned all the way up and now I just want to sit in the dark, in the bath, and whimper. I mean, I know it's all good. This has happened to me with Aaron and Lester, too, but after each time, I kinda forgot about it, then was all kinda surprised when it happened again. This time I was really thrown for a loop. Alright. I'm sorry. This is not good blog-talk. All of it's to say, I feel like donkey butt. I just want to complain and let you know that because...well, just because. But I'm gonna pull through for you, Internet. I'm like the mailman...neither rain, sleet, snow, cramps, or heavy flow will stop me from giving you a blog entry. That's how much you mean to me, Internet. That's how much...

What else, what else? I was sad to see Will go on "So You Think You Can Dance." (This is already the chickiest entry ever. Goodness!) I loved him and I thought that the voters took him for granted and voted for people that should have been more on the cusp. I really think he's gonna make it anyway. I mean, like, make it as a dancer. He's H-O-to the-T on and off the dance floor. I'm gonna miss him. Now my favorite is...well, I don't know. I don't really have a favorite. I just want to host the show. I know I've already talked about it, but it's my life's new obsession. I wanna co-host it with Cat. I wanna borrow a dress from her and co-host the show. Who's going to make that happen for me? I'll be your BFF. And you better believe I don't take that title lightly. You get me as a BFF, it'll change your life. Believe it, Internet. I change lives with my BFF-dom. Ask anyone. Well, maybe not anyone. But ask Ashley Harrison. Having me as her BFF saved her life in first grade in Ms. Ponder's class (we called her Ms. Pounder because she was as fat as a sea cow and would rest her globe-sized boobs on her desk all day long...gross). We were doing that paper fortune teller thing where you fold the paper into that little mouth looking thing and it tells you who you're gonna marry and what not. Anyway, it told her she was going to have a mansion with Rob Hale (who was going to be a basketball player) and have 5 kids. She was so excited, she started to pee her pants. Like, literally. And once she started, she couldn't stop. And she was just frozen there, as this pool of pee just inched closer and closer to the cubbies on the far wall. Well, FINALLY, she took off to the bathroom (she didn't come out for, like, an hour) and Ms. Pounder came over and asked about the puddle of pee. Yep. That's right. I took the wrap. I jumped on that grenade for Ashley Harrison.

"Margerie?"

"Margene."

"Margene?"

"Yes?"

"Did you go to the bathroom...not in the bathroom?"

"I did."

"Why?"

"Because I'm supposed to marry Rob Hale...see?"

Why? Because we were BFF's, damn it. That's why. Now, that summer Ashley and I did mutually decide it was best that we hate each other for the rest of our lives, but that was a whole nother matter, all together. When she peed on the floor, though, I saved her. That's what good BFF's like me do. You get me a co-hosting gig on "So You Think You Can Dance", I save you when you pee on the floor. And that's a promise.