You know, the tiredness, the wacky mood swings, the stress, the inability to concentrate for long periods of time, the breathing problems, the recent weight loss, the paleness and even the insomnia.

I'm anemic.

Well, whoop-dee-freaking-doo. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. But anyways, it's no biggie, I just have to take iron supplements.

My brother was hoping I had a tumor. (Younger siblings, aren't they lovely?)

I babysat last night and we were watching T.V. when one of those hideous Tampax commercials came on. To be exact, it was the Austin-Powers-esque one, with the dancers and the tampons taking off like rockets and forming the petals of a daisy. I think it's tasteless. I was becoming sufficiently disgusted when the kid pulls on my sleeve and asks: "Erin, what are Tampax for?"

Now how do you tell an eight year old what they're for? Honestly? So I say: "It's something mommies use."

She seemed to accept this, but unfortunately, the Tampax commercial was followed by one of those Kotex commercials where the red dots are bouncing off maxi-pads. And she has a question about this product,too.

"Why do they need to be absorbant?"

I just about choked on the piece of gum I swallowed.

"Because mommies like things that absorb stuff?" I answered tentatively.

"Like sponges?" she asks innocently.

"Yeah, like sponges." Disaster averted.

The thing was, I felt uncomfortable explaining all of this, because I had known since I was eight what the menstrual cycle was. I remember how my mom sat me down with a book and explained the whole thing to me. She wanted me to be prepared, because she knew girls who started when they were nine. Actually, I never started until I was fourteen, but my knowledge in elementary school helped calm down a bunch of girls who had no idea what was going on and thought they were dying. And I was bored out of my mind in fifth grade health class. While everyone else was busy getting disgusted ("Ewwww!!! I don't wanna become a woman!!!") I was staring blankly into space thinking: "Whatever, I know this. And how babies are made,too."

Up until recently my honorary little sister Simone thought you could get pregnant from kissing with tongue. She's twelve. Some of my friends think canker sores are herpes (they aren't). My brother thought that girls get their periods because of the gravitational pull of the moon and that PMS is all in our heads. I was shocked. There are so many kids getting the wrong information.

Why am I talking about this? I'll stop.

Oh, yeah, my counsellor told me to figure out how I felt in my group of friends and I've boiled it down to: "Very lonely, very different, very frustrated, very straight." (Note to self: The reason you feel straight is because all of your closest friends are bisexual)

Yay yay yay!!! Good news!!! Mr.W chose my play to send away to the writing contest!!! I am so overjoyed!!! I just hope I win...Wish me luck!

See y'all later,

luv Erin

Quote of the Day: "It's easy being fun, and it's fun being easy"-Aliesha