grrrrrrr

I feel like a growing ball of rage right now. One of my friends knows what is going on, but she is not a reader of this blog (none of my friends are, seeing as I have not/will not tell them the address of it for good reason) so I'll fill the rest of you in. I have not felt very well all day. Though I am starting to feel better, the irritability is sticking around, making this petty (yes, i'll admit it) situation that much more out of hand.

Back to today. I'm sitting in my room, debating on whether or not to go to bellydancing class (an elective here at school, a "destressor" class for me) because i'm having dizziness, headaches and nausea (and before you ask, i am NOT pregnant. I would have to have had sex recently for that to be possible.) I decided to suck it up, and at least attempt to go. While I'm trying to find my gym pants to wear, I spot something on my folded up comforter I had on top of a tub of miscellaneous items. I look closer, and see it is some sort of sauce. I'm pissed at this point, because I have not had anything that remotely resembles that, and now for certain it wasn't blood. Also, I was pissed because the part of the comforter that was speckled with sauce was WHITE. I look down towards the floor, ad see in my roommate's box top that is lying right next to my tub, is a pair of folded up khaki pants, also speckled with sauce (though more covered in speckled sauciness.) I then remember, that El had Papa John's the other night, and had set the unopened (as far as I knew) pizza sauce containers on top of her dresser, which her box top is in front of and is right next to my dresser (which my tub with the comforter is in front of.) So I glance at her dresser, and there is still one unopened where she had placed them. I look more to the left, and there's the other one, overturned, and appears to be open.

What pisses me off about this whole thing, is the fact that she has yet to tell me what happened and apologize. Yes, i could bring it to her attention, but that would start a screaming match in my current mood, and that would be counter-productive. I find her not just owning up to the accident (because I do believe it was one) is insulting/disrespectful to the friendship that we have.

Another thing that is  (still) pissing me off-- JB and the book drama. I have not heard from him at all since i gave him the book that day in class and all he had on him was his bank card (which I am starting to suspect was a crock of S^&%). I want my money!

The contributing factor that I think to both aggravating situations is my birth control. Ever since the health insurance company changed my birth control to the generic of the generic, my mood swings have been resembling the mood swings that I had when I wasn't on any birth control. I think I'm going to have to talk to my mom (yet another uncomfortable layer to the upcoming conversation this weekend) and to my gyno to get put back on the pill I was originally on. do I have a temper on me? Absolutely, but for the littlest things to have me fuming inside, something's off. The b.c. I was originally on- I was calmer, not as wound up and stressed all the time. It's starting to progressively become the opposite with this one. If only may was here already...