Bad things come in threes. So what the fuck is the third?
OK....worst day ever was Thursday. But before I get to that..WEDNESDAY night went partying with Lora and her mates Dan, Claire, and... ah fuck cant remember the others names right now...at the alternative night at the Level. I saw Saul, that drunken, ginger, tall fun promoter guy. He interrogated me as to why I did not attend the Adequate 7 gig beforehand...erm..yeah Saul I should have gone to that. Anyway the Level was ok, until a monkey lookalike without a brain asked if he could kiss me. He was drunk. He WAS because I rarely get asked that question....and he was only trying it on cuz he saw his friend getting on pretty well with Lora which was a bit lame! Lora got a way better deal anyway ;) hehe. So it seems that I got far too wasted that night on I cant remember what...maybe vodka (hmmm whats new). I got to bed at 4am only to get up at 8.30am to go into college. Yes hardcore. hmm. SO I got to college and was told by my tutor that it was hand-in day for the project which was set over xmas. *ahem* she told me before xmas that the deadline was 26th FUCKING MARCH!!!!!!!! I confirmed it with her and everything then. So ofcourse Ive been working to that deadline...but everyone else knew that it was 22nd Jan. Hmm. She didnt give me hell though obviously, she was more surprised. I'd shown her my work last week and she hadnt mentioned SHIT about the deadline being in a weeks time. She hadnt even thought it odd that I hadnt put many ideas down yet, let alone practically finished. What the FUCK? Ive never missed a fucking deadline, always do my work cuz I just do and yet......gay misunderstanding actually on her part mean that I now have to do a project (which I was planning to work my ass off on, to make up for doing a bit shit in the last one) in less than 2 WEEKS. pfshhhhh. Not to mention that we're supposed to be starting another new project right now, which is then gonna be paused in 2weeks, while we work on a big major project for 5wks, and then come back to it.
Yes.
WHAT. THE. FUCK?
Im stressed fo fucking sho as all my work is gonna be rushed and therefore SHITTER. And therefore crap portfolio. Over reacting.... we'll fucking see.
ANYWAY....that was a bad day and it was the first time a cried like a spaz in a long while. I had the new Tex Mex Meal at Burger King on the way home for the weekend to make myself feel less ill (hangover + BIG FUCKING SHOCK + stress = hmmm)
and it was ok. Dead cow and heart attack food tastes good in times of crisis. So now Ive been at home for two days just doing WORK. Lame.
I also found out yesterday that my rabbit might have to be put down.
Im just waiting for the 3rd bad thing. Bring it fucking on.
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Yes.
WHAT. THE. FUCK?
Im stressed fo fucking sho as all my work is gonna be rushed and therefore SHITTER. And therefore crap portfolio. Over reacting.... we'll fucking see.
ANYWAY....that was a bad day and it was the first time a cried like a spaz in a long while. I had the new Tex Mex Meal at Burger King on the way home for the weekend to make myself feel less ill (hangover + BIG FUCKING SHOCK + stress = hmmm)
and it was ok. Dead cow and heart attack food tastes good in times of crisis. So now Ive been at home for two days just doing WORK. Lame.
I also found out yesterday that my rabbit might have to be put down.
Im just waiting for the 3rd bad thing. Bring it fucking on.
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