come on, this isn't Tuesday
I was freaking out about my article last night, and probably got 4 hours of sleep at most. I played phone-tag with the police department to try and get some info, which they told me at the end they couldn't give me because it wasn't their department. I left my apartment almost 10 minutes late and had to run to class.
My editor ended up having to go down to the court house to get records, because I ended up talking to the wrong guy; I'm surprised she doesn't hate me. So we're co-writing, because she has to stick some things into the article...I can't quite tell if she's mad or not.
I got a 25/30 on my linguistics test...which is decent, but doesn't come up to a very high grade. Maybe he'll be nice...and he says if we got above a 23, we can pull off an A in the class.
Still sick.
I'm going to bed, fuck you world.
TTFN
My editor ended up having to go down to the court house to get records, because I ended up talking to the wrong guy; I'm surprised she doesn't hate me. So we're co-writing, because she has to stick some things into the article...I can't quite tell if she's mad or not.
I got a 25/30 on my linguistics test...which is decent, but doesn't come up to a very high grade. Maybe he'll be nice...and he says if we got above a 23, we can pull off an A in the class.
Still sick.
I'm going to bed, fuck you world.
TTFN