Shit. Shit. Shits.
Yesterday has gained notoriety in my book of The Five Ultimate Worst Days of My Life.
All of the worst days of my life have happened within the past year and a half. Yesterday sucked so bad, because it was one of those days where things blow so badly you just sit down and stare for a while in disbelief. At one point during my busy-as-fuck day, I managed to slip into my room for a few minutes and just lean against my closet mirror because I wasn't capable of doing anything else.
Reducing it to bullet-points:
*Woke up late. Fuck.
*Make to class late. Fuck.
*Find out my class was cancelled to allow our groups to assemble and work on our media plan.
*Go to library. Spend time tracking down books for group, only to find THE most important book has been stolen.
*Leave, come home, realize I have to put together several things in preparation for a group meeting at a quarter after 2, rush about, try to get dressed as "responsibly" as possible for my preliminary hearing.
*Find outfit (looked dead cute--all black, except for the blouse, which had white polka dots).
*Schlepped to prelim hearing.
*Fucked over by asshole who keeps asking me every five seconds what my name was (he really did ask me every five seconds, this is not stretching the truth in the slightest bit).
*Asshole asks me if I'm using my disability to get me out of this problem. I'm shocked that he would say that, although I see where he's coming from...but the fact remains...whether I use it or not, I can't fucking hear if someone's talking to my BACK!
*Find out the RAs threatened to call the cops on me...while talking to my back.
*After prelim hearing which had turned into a real hearing, had to rush to make it to the Bookie, where I was supposed to pass out surveys.
*On my way there, I run into Adrian, who grins and asks me if I still remembered that I was supposed to be in an extra credit session with him. I have not, in fact, remembered, and clap a hand to my forehead in consternation and dismay as I ask him to remind me when I'm supposed to be there.
*Find out my group has decided not to meet, but I didn't know about it beforehand because I'd been too damn busy.
*Schlepp home.
*Schlepp to extra credit session--Adrian's not there.
*Schlepp home.
*Start homework assignment, only to find it is NOT coming to me.
*Finally finish somewhere around 11:30.
*Collapse in bed.
*Wake up at exactly a quarter past midnight as I realized that I have missed my deadline for turning in my assignment for another class. Fuck.
*Haul ass out of bed and wait for slow as fuck computer to finally start up so I can send it 20 minutes late.
*Collapse in bed.
I hate yesterday.
Today wasn't a LOT better, but at least I've nothing due tomorrow.
Oh, and no, one on one time was not possible with Adrian, because although I stayed behind with the hopes of talking to him, it turned into a group meeting for our Poland tourism project thingy, and I had questions I had to ask the group leader so I missed him. And that was my only opportunity to talk to him. Fuck.
So. Yeah. I'm a royal fuck-up. I sold out my friends and I can't even get my homework in on time. I don't have the guts to call Adrian. I feel rather depressed and ashamed of myself. I'll talk sense into myself some other day.
All of the worst days of my life have happened within the past year and a half. Yesterday sucked so bad, because it was one of those days where things blow so badly you just sit down and stare for a while in disbelief. At one point during my busy-as-fuck day, I managed to slip into my room for a few minutes and just lean against my closet mirror because I wasn't capable of doing anything else.
Reducing it to bullet-points:
*Woke up late. Fuck.
*Make to class late. Fuck.
*Find out my class was cancelled to allow our groups to assemble and work on our media plan.
*Go to library. Spend time tracking down books for group, only to find THE most important book has been stolen.
*Leave, come home, realize I have to put together several things in preparation for a group meeting at a quarter after 2, rush about, try to get dressed as "responsibly" as possible for my preliminary hearing.
*Find outfit (looked dead cute--all black, except for the blouse, which had white polka dots).
*Schlepped to prelim hearing.
*Fucked over by asshole who keeps asking me every five seconds what my name was (he really did ask me every five seconds, this is not stretching the truth in the slightest bit).
*Asshole asks me if I'm using my disability to get me out of this problem. I'm shocked that he would say that, although I see where he's coming from...but the fact remains...whether I use it or not, I can't fucking hear if someone's talking to my BACK!
*Find out the RAs threatened to call the cops on me...while talking to my back.
*After prelim hearing which had turned into a real hearing, had to rush to make it to the Bookie, where I was supposed to pass out surveys.
*On my way there, I run into Adrian, who grins and asks me if I still remembered that I was supposed to be in an extra credit session with him. I have not, in fact, remembered, and clap a hand to my forehead in consternation and dismay as I ask him to remind me when I'm supposed to be there.
*Find out my group has decided not to meet, but I didn't know about it beforehand because I'd been too damn busy.
*Schlepp home.
*Schlepp to extra credit session--Adrian's not there.
*Schlepp home.
*Start homework assignment, only to find it is NOT coming to me.
*Finally finish somewhere around 11:30.
*Collapse in bed.
*Wake up at exactly a quarter past midnight as I realized that I have missed my deadline for turning in my assignment for another class. Fuck.
*Haul ass out of bed and wait for slow as fuck computer to finally start up so I can send it 20 minutes late.
*Collapse in bed.
I hate yesterday.
Today wasn't a LOT better, but at least I've nothing due tomorrow.
Oh, and no, one on one time was not possible with Adrian, because although I stayed behind with the hopes of talking to him, it turned into a group meeting for our Poland tourism project thingy, and I had questions I had to ask the group leader so I missed him. And that was my only opportunity to talk to him. Fuck.
So. Yeah. I'm a royal fuck-up. I sold out my friends and I can't even get my homework in on time. I don't have the guts to call Adrian. I feel rather depressed and ashamed of myself. I'll talk sense into myself some other day.