fuck...
B and I went over minimalist theory at Mac'donalds for like an hour, accompanied by substandard coffee. During this time, I realized that A, I am a total moron, and B, I am in deep shit. I have no idea what I'm doing...and I think I understand MT better than some of the other things we did. I can't fail this class...besides committing murder to my poor struggling GPA, it would utterly crush my ego. I hate being bad at things I love.
I'm really not sure if I want to throw a fit, or just start crying. This is going to be so so bad...why does the test have to be Monday? Why? I pissed someone upstairs off pretty badly apparently.
And before my pity party gets any more sappy and pathetic, I'm going to bed, on the futon. Because I realized that one of the reasons I *was* going to do laundry tonight is because my sheets got stuff spilled all over them, and I just don't have the state of mind to remake my whole bed before going to sleep.
Please, ignore my whining.
TTFN
I'm really not sure if I want to throw a fit, or just start crying. This is going to be so so bad...why does the test have to be Monday? Why? I pissed someone upstairs off pretty badly apparently.
And before my pity party gets any more sappy and pathetic, I'm going to bed, on the futon. Because I realized that one of the reasons I *was* going to do laundry tonight is because my sheets got stuff spilled all over them, and I just don't have the state of mind to remake my whole bed before going to sleep.
Please, ignore my whining.
TTFN