Periods. Periods everywhere. I'M COVERED IN BLOOOOOOOOOODDDOHNOES

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A blog is supposed to have a theme.

It's basically a website for people with common interests to look at and enjoy themselves or whatever. Most blogs are travel, make up, food, or their amazing shopping haul 'cause they're fucking rich or they rich ass uncles that won't leave them alone unless they buy something new like a Gucci bag for their precious princess.

Well I don't have a theme. I could probably never stick to a single theme since I'm always thinking of different things and I get bored easily. If I were to have one though, It would basically be a stream of nonsensical thoughts and the shenanigans I wish I went through with friends that are not very social with me.

Oh and last week I had my monthly~~ (my period duh)
Yes, I am saying this on a blog because who cares. Every women will have it, no need to be embarrassed like an annoying school girl going under under puberty who's afraid her pad is leaking in the middle of lunch break as she tries to flirt her way in to her crush's pants.
As I was saying, yes I had it, and it's so annoying when you know its coming but you don't catch it on time. Humans with vags, you know what I'm saying. One day your back starts hurting and your stomach feels funny. you know you're going to have your period real soon. a few days go past and you end up wasting your ultra thin pads. You're watching tv with the family when - BAM- blood.

Well, that's not a really accurate depiction.
It's more like "Oh is bullshit coming out of my vag again" and you don't really do anything until you realise that bullshit is coming out at a rate that should not be.
And now you're standing in your room or the toilet with your favourite underwear soaked in red, and for any men that are somehow reading this that are not sure how it looks like, imagine a rat decided to viciously bite your balls off and now it left this bleeding dirty mess in your pants.

the first three days for me are always the worst. The WORST.
You can barely move because it hurts so much but if you don't move its uncomfortable. So what you end up doing is lying in bed downing Panadol every four hours and doing little twitches and cries cuz JESUS there's like a huge monster red hand inside your stomach that is just grabbing and pulling.

I will try give my accurate depiction of how MY period pain feels like.
Your stomach is pulling everything in and just clawing at everything within the range of it (the womb) and you're basically writhing. One cannot simply describe it as pain. It's different from a 'chinese burn' sort of pain. It's UNCOMFORTABLE. It sends your mind in this frenzy where you can't concentrate or think straight and all you can think of is this draining energy and blood coming our every second. You can LITERALLY feel the bleeding of womb. Seriously. And because you feel so awful, you end up being rather awful for a few days. Can you blame us? Can you be happy and chipper while you're bleeding?

It's only people with vaginas or people with some internal bleeding that can literally say "I'm bleeding inside" and actually mean it.

People out there who joke about girls being on their periods, aye, it ain't that funny. It's okay to joke, but don't go too far.

Wow I was going to talk about how my week was but all I talked about was periods. Woops?

The creation of a blog

They say the best way to start off anything is always best with some toilet humour, but since I can't think of any, I guess I'm off to a bad start.

Living in New Zealand is excellent. We have all the finest comforts, such as the lack of insulation in many homes, high prices of homes, the inability for many people to buy homes; basically living in a house is darn expensive.

The education is great here. We have little knowledge of the history of many other countries other than ours, and we all know the history of New Zealand is a great conversation starter when speaking to the rest of the world. If an American started a conversation about his patriotic nation, in all honesty I would be enraptured.

I hope my sarcasm is clearly shown dripping all over the words, except for the american history part, I would love a conversation regarding that.

I feel like I'm going off in a tangent. What am I even talking about. I guess this is the basic taste of the format of all my blogs. A stream of thoughts that go through my head uninterrupted. Great, no one's going to read my s**t.

I guess the best way to finish is informing you - you somehow reading this - and by you I mean I don't know, whoever is reading this I guess? - of why I started a blog.

Well, if you're going to struggle about the minutiae things, its best to share with others, right?

Welp that's it, have a lovely day everyone.

Oh and my sister asked me what year it was. I should have said it was 2002 or something.