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Applied for a summer job. Got a phone call that said I didn't do it correctly according to red tape. Even though I delivered it to her hand. Fuck bureaucracy. And fuck bitchy paper pushers who mock me by saying that I am "an adult" in a joking tone. You know what, lady? When I am 85 I may have the 'experience' you have so just lather up the bengay and stop thinking you are superior to me. God doesn't like ugly.
Trying to do massive amount of homework and even with Mom helping and taking some of the notes it doesn't look likely that I will be done by tomorrow at 11. Screw you, professor "it isn't too much", it is too much. *rude gesture* My goal is to finish everything and walk into class and throw it at her.
I'm definitely hormonal and PMSing, and I know it, but I am just so angry and then I want to cry. I watched an episode of The States while eating oatmeal and cried about Texan's independent spirits. Yes. It is that bad. I'm so stressed that I think my adrenals are stressing. I'm craving chilies which I only do in the dead of winter and when I am sick and stressed. I made fiery chili and drowned my sorrows in sour cream dated Jan 30 12. I'm kinda shaky and I still have to handle bees. I'm fairly certain they will sense it and I will get stung. The girls don't like a nervous handler. One more effing thing. Fml.
The only thing that keeps me motivated is my Peace Corps application. Thinking that I need to get through this to get there is the only way I get through stupid emails, voice-mails, and crabby non-helpful people. I'm fairly certain I would have broken down or shouted at someone or broken something by now if I didn't have it as a goal. Even if I don't make it -and I'm trying like hell to make it- I know I need the goal and I'm thankful for it.
I'm gritting my teeth and tearing up again, so bye. *hugs self*
Trying to do massive amount of homework and even with Mom helping and taking some of the notes it doesn't look likely that I will be done by tomorrow at 11. Screw you, professor "it isn't too much", it is too much. *rude gesture* My goal is to finish everything and walk into class and throw it at her.
I'm definitely hormonal and PMSing, and I know it, but I am just so angry and then I want to cry. I watched an episode of The States while eating oatmeal and cried about Texan's independent spirits. Yes. It is that bad. I'm so stressed that I think my adrenals are stressing. I'm craving chilies which I only do in the dead of winter and when I am sick and stressed. I made fiery chili and drowned my sorrows in sour cream dated Jan 30 12. I'm kinda shaky and I still have to handle bees. I'm fairly certain they will sense it and I will get stung. The girls don't like a nervous handler. One more effing thing. Fml.
The only thing that keeps me motivated is my Peace Corps application. Thinking that I need to get through this to get there is the only way I get through stupid emails, voice-mails, and crabby non-helpful people. I'm fairly certain I would have broken down or shouted at someone or broken something by now if I didn't have it as a goal. Even if I don't make it -and I'm trying like hell to make it- I know I need the goal and I'm thankful for it.
I'm gritting my teeth and tearing up again, so bye. *hugs self*