Bears can smell your menstruation

HELLO CHILDREN. Welcome to Carrolynne’s blog of mindless ramblings. I’ve finally decided to start a blog as it seemed to have become a fad within my (not so big) social circle. So to fit in with everyone, this is what it has come to, even though realistically this blog would probably only have a life span of…I’ll bet on a week, probably. 50 bucks say I won’t make it past this month:)

I’m not so sure if anyone’s actually interested in reading my life story, or to delve deep into the oh so complex mind of the mighty Carrolynne, so I’ll spare you all the crap and maybe I’ll discuss some very important issues, like the lack of hot water in residence halls. I don’t believe in karma, but every time someone draws out the cocky side of me, I get some sort of payback eventually. Like today when I laughed because Kati told me both she and Reynan ventured to at least 3 floors in search of hot water when they were desperate for a shower, and I told her how glad I was that I didn’t decide to take a shower in the morning. Then after a while I decided to take a shower before we left to ‘celebrate’ Easter at Nandos, and it turns out that there still wasn’t any hot water. I ended up taking a cold shower like everyone else. Just peachy.

Then again on second thought, why do we resent cold water so much? Surely during the stone ages people couldn’t just find warm water in the springs or lakes. How did they cope with cold showers every day? Or do they simply not shower? I don’t want to go into a one hour rant but nowadays because everything is so convenient that people are pampered to the point where we just complain about the most trivial things, like not having someone wipe our asses for us or that the toilet doesn’t flush itself. Maybe that’s why people don’t flush the toilets in Furzedown (the halls we live in), simply because they’re so rich and stuck up their asses that they don’t believe in manually flushed toilets; and they don’t feel the need to keep the toilets clean because a cleaner would just wipe the pee they leaked onto the seats off for them.

I think I’ve decided that I have to go on a quest to reshape my personality, and somehow try and get rid of my commercial consumerism tendencies. It’s unhealthy and I waste money unnecessarily. Though I guess some consumerist products aren’t necessarily bad, like menstrual pads. Which leads me to my second question—what did they do back in the stone ages when the stone women had periods? Do they just bleed on each other? Don’t the bears smell their menstruation? Maybe that’s why women are always portrayed as destructive mechanisms, because they bring about chaos and destruction on their stone-villages because they bleed from their vaginas every month.

Blood is not cool guys.

I hope you’re all impressed by my first post, it was meant to make some impact on first readers.

Alliteration of the day: Kati shits rainbows (I know, it’s not alliteration, but it’s funny)

LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

bye.