ALL OF THE THINGS
My life right now feels like something out of Hyperbole and a Half. And I am 99.9999999999999% sure I do not mean that in a good way.
For your viewing pleasure:
Wednesday: (I am actually having trouble remembering Wednesday... this is not a good sign)
Oh hum de dum, History class, syllabus, strangers, break... go home and watch a movie.... psych, syllabus, more strange people, go home, eat dinner bed.
Thursday:
Communications class at o'dark o'clock... syllabus... annoying professor... RUN TO STAPLES FOR PLANNER URGENT URGENT... late for Communications class Part Deux... wrong motherfucking classroom... find class... cool stuff about Final Cut, etc.... QUICK RUN TO NEUROPSYCHOPHARMACOLOGY... barely get across campus on time... syllabus, awkward professor, enormous lecture hall that effectively reality-checks my vision problems... QUICK RUN TO SOCIOLOGY... all the way across campus again... professor thinks she's our German mother?... weird conversations about hobbies, interspersed with friendly but odd German accent from professor... then OH LOOK ZE TRAFFIC on the way home... 1 hour, 7 miles... eat, drop dead.
Friday:
Up at even more o'dark o'clock for meeting with Kay... enjoyable conversation, etc, etc... RUN TO HISTORY AGAIN... boring boring boring intro stuff I already know... run to involvement fest!... search entire quad for color guard booth, find them in very back corner... see Nicole from work! Hey Nicole!... get some more info about rugby, yoga club... free food but oh holy fuck it's already 12:15!... run to car-- no gas, oh well.... drive 25 miles to gynecologist's office on empty tank... have old lady stick her fingers up my vagina while asking me how my school year is going... weird... go back outside... car barely starts... adventure looking for a gas tank with less than 1 gal of gas left... get gas, get home....
And that is where I'm at so far... Next on the agenda: WRITE TRW ARTICLE BEFORE MIDNIGHT DEADLINE... all about ze bakery and la boulangerie du croissants and all that other nasally French type stuff... hurry, hurry, type fast because... 4pm: WORK. OLD PEOPLE BEING RUDE AND A TELEPHONE DEMANDING MY CONSTANT ATTENTION. WOO. AND NICOLE WILL BE THERE SO THAT WILL BE GOOD BUT ZOMG. And then home. And more frantic typing. And emailing and picture gathering, so Ingrid will get my article on time. AGH. And then maybe sleep. And sometime in there, I really need to come up with time to call AP, Sar-Bear, and Cait.
MUST. DO. ALL. THE. THINGS. BAHH.
Agenda for next week: Nervous breakdown.
For your viewing pleasure:
Wednesday: (I am actually having trouble remembering Wednesday... this is not a good sign)
Oh hum de dum, History class, syllabus, strangers, break... go home and watch a movie.... psych, syllabus, more strange people, go home, eat dinner bed.
Thursday:
Communications class at o'dark o'clock... syllabus... annoying professor... RUN TO STAPLES FOR PLANNER URGENT URGENT... late for Communications class Part Deux... wrong motherfucking classroom... find class... cool stuff about Final Cut, etc.... QUICK RUN TO NEUROPSYCHOPHARMACOLOGY... barely get across campus on time... syllabus, awkward professor, enormous lecture hall that effectively reality-checks my vision problems... QUICK RUN TO SOCIOLOGY... all the way across campus again... professor thinks she's our German mother?... weird conversations about hobbies, interspersed with friendly but odd German accent from professor... then OH LOOK ZE TRAFFIC on the way home... 1 hour, 7 miles... eat, drop dead.
Friday:
Up at even more o'dark o'clock for meeting with Kay... enjoyable conversation, etc, etc... RUN TO HISTORY AGAIN... boring boring boring intro stuff I already know... run to involvement fest!... search entire quad for color guard booth, find them in very back corner... see Nicole from work! Hey Nicole!... get some more info about rugby, yoga club... free food but oh holy fuck it's already 12:15!... run to car-- no gas, oh well.... drive 25 miles to gynecologist's office on empty tank... have old lady stick her fingers up my vagina while asking me how my school year is going... weird... go back outside... car barely starts... adventure looking for a gas tank with less than 1 gal of gas left... get gas, get home....
And that is where I'm at so far... Next on the agenda: WRITE TRW ARTICLE BEFORE MIDNIGHT DEADLINE... all about ze bakery and la boulangerie du croissants and all that other nasally French type stuff... hurry, hurry, type fast because... 4pm: WORK. OLD PEOPLE BEING RUDE AND A TELEPHONE DEMANDING MY CONSTANT ATTENTION. WOO. AND NICOLE WILL BE THERE SO THAT WILL BE GOOD BUT ZOMG. And then home. And more frantic typing. And emailing and picture gathering, so Ingrid will get my article on time. AGH. And then maybe sleep. And sometime in there, I really need to come up with time to call AP, Sar-Bear, and Cait.
MUST. DO. ALL. THE. THINGS. BAHH.
Agenda for next week: Nervous breakdown.