Fuck you, part II
Hey Umass, PVTA drivers, rain, and my life:
Fuck. You.
Update on the week:
1) still have to shower, unpack my clothes from the laundry place, and do my archaeology response
2) Was woken up by Alysia's poster falling down at like, 5 AM. Then by her whining/crying in her sleep at 7 AM. Didn't go back to sleep after that because I had a dream about a massive car crash. Awesome. Walked down to class in the rain but it was only drizzling and I looked pretty nice considering the shitty clothes I threw on.
After class decided to come back up here and take a nap. Instead, the bus pulled over for like, half a second, closed the doors, and didn't let me on, before driving away. So I called my mom and she just laughed at me and told me that Michael J. Fox wrote a book about happiness being a choice. Clearly I should choose to be happy about failing all my classes despite working my ass off, walking up the huge fucking hill and then five flights of stairs DRIPPING wet, and not being able to find my umbrella. Clearly I can find the fucking joy in that.
And it's not even noon yet! I can't wait to see what the rest of the day will be like!
Hey life! FUCK YOU.
Coming up next:
3) Saturday? Gotta study.
4) Sunday. Gotta study.
5) Monday: Exam
6) Tuesday: Exam
7) Wednesday: Study
8) Thursday: Exam
9) Friday: Kill myself/pack
Fuck. You.
Update on the week:
1) still have to shower, unpack my clothes from the laundry place, and do my archaeology response
2) Was woken up by Alysia's poster falling down at like, 5 AM. Then by her whining/crying in her sleep at 7 AM. Didn't go back to sleep after that because I had a dream about a massive car crash. Awesome. Walked down to class in the rain but it was only drizzling and I looked pretty nice considering the shitty clothes I threw on.
After class decided to come back up here and take a nap. Instead, the bus pulled over for like, half a second, closed the doors, and didn't let me on, before driving away. So I called my mom and she just laughed at me and told me that Michael J. Fox wrote a book about happiness being a choice. Clearly I should choose to be happy about failing all my classes despite working my ass off, walking up the huge fucking hill and then five flights of stairs DRIPPING wet, and not being able to find my umbrella. Clearly I can find the fucking joy in that.
And it's not even noon yet! I can't wait to see what the rest of the day will be like!
Hey life! FUCK YOU.
Coming up next:
3) Saturday? Gotta study.
4) Sunday. Gotta study.
5) Monday: Exam
6) Tuesday: Exam
7) Wednesday: Study
8) Thursday: Exam
9) Friday: Kill myself/pack