Ranting, eff.
I've been rather frustrated the past few days. I guess it started Thursday. I had to take my French Architecture midterm, amidst cramps and being sick. I'm pretty sure I did poorly, which is really annoying. I've taken 7 art history classes. This midterm should not have been that difficult. I've had classes where I had to memorize 70+ images, titles, artists, time periods, etc. So why can't I do well on a midterm with 18 freakin buildings?
Well for one, he told us which 18 to know and also told us he'd show us several views so that we'd be able to recognize it. To be honest, a lot of them look fuckin identical. For a few slides, he showed us one picture... a random one of a side door. What the fuck. I don't know what building that could have been attached to. Then he had us compare two etchings, one of which was not on the study list. And if it was, I didn't fucking study it. All my answers were relatively the same, which is what he told us to avoid. Unfortunately, almost every stupid building had the same thing going on. Itality Renaissance influence being incorporated into Gothic French architecture. And EVERYTHING was between 1443 and 1548ish. So it's not like knowing the year meant anything.
Knowing I was slipping, I started blanking out on things. I wrote a page about Chambord and I was actually giving the history of the Louvre. What the eff. Fuck me, right?
So anyway, that's been bothering me since Thursday. Most people wouldn't get so worked up over this garbage, but I'm obsessed with getting good grades. I don't even know why, my parents don't push me. Not to mention I won't have much of an opportunity to fix my grade. All we have in this class is a Midterm, Final, and two papers... which I'm sure I won't be able to write up to his standard cause he seems like a prick. And how is it fair that like, 75% of the class WENT TO FRANCE WITH THIS GUY OVER THE SUMMER? Most of the people in this class SAW these buildings up close. God damnit.
That night I got adequately intoxicated at On the Border with Kristi and everybody. I felt like shit, so I drank until my throat stop hurting. Friday I skipped Gender & Political Studies... fuck that class. Felt better that night, got obliterated at the Breakfast Club for Kristi's actual party. I overdid it, but I think it was needed. Ended the night horizontally on the parking lot, ahah. Tequila is a bad thing.
Saturday was Uncle Barry's wedding. The ceremony was nice, and the reception was ballin. The food at the Rutgers Club is outrageous. Big fat shrimp, crab legs, spinach dip, cheese, meat, pitas, hot hors d'oeuvres... oh my god. My favorite kind of salad, turkey, potatos... desserts... don't even get me started. Food is one of my favorite things in the world, and this some of the best. I only wish I could've stayed there for like, a week... just eating. Hung out with my family a lot, went to the Hyatt afterwards.
That brings us to today. I slept in, which was needed. I'm still not in a good mood. School is lame. I'm not making enough money. My boss is going to Kenya for a month.. don't know how I'm getting paid?
I want to kill Dexter 90% of the time. He's fully confirmed my love of cats. I don't feel attached to him like I should. I feel like he's just another expense. I don't know why. I don't know if it'd be different if he was a breed I liked more (Husky, German Shepherd). I really have no idea why I can't seem to bond. He follows me around like a fuckin shadow, and half the time I just want to get away from him. He shouldn't be this burden, he's supposed to be something I enjoy.
I'm really hoping it gets better as he gets older. Right now he's just so frustrating. He's always doing something wrong, biting people, being generally unpleasant. He's whiny and has recently found his voice. I went upstairs just now to get a bowl of cereal, and he barked as loud as he could the entire time (I have him gated in my parents' kitchen downstairs).
Having a puppy is something I've wanted my entire life, and now that we have one, I just want it to grow up/go away. Kind of disappointing.
I really want to just curl up with Princess and forget about every other responsibility I have.
Well for one, he told us which 18 to know and also told us he'd show us several views so that we'd be able to recognize it. To be honest, a lot of them look fuckin identical. For a few slides, he showed us one picture... a random one of a side door. What the fuck. I don't know what building that could have been attached to. Then he had us compare two etchings, one of which was not on the study list. And if it was, I didn't fucking study it. All my answers were relatively the same, which is what he told us to avoid. Unfortunately, almost every stupid building had the same thing going on. Itality Renaissance influence being incorporated into Gothic French architecture. And EVERYTHING was between 1443 and 1548ish. So it's not like knowing the year meant anything.
Knowing I was slipping, I started blanking out on things. I wrote a page about Chambord and I was actually giving the history of the Louvre. What the eff. Fuck me, right?
So anyway, that's been bothering me since Thursday. Most people wouldn't get so worked up over this garbage, but I'm obsessed with getting good grades. I don't even know why, my parents don't push me. Not to mention I won't have much of an opportunity to fix my grade. All we have in this class is a Midterm, Final, and two papers... which I'm sure I won't be able to write up to his standard cause he seems like a prick. And how is it fair that like, 75% of the class WENT TO FRANCE WITH THIS GUY OVER THE SUMMER? Most of the people in this class SAW these buildings up close. God damnit.
That night I got adequately intoxicated at On the Border with Kristi and everybody. I felt like shit, so I drank until my throat stop hurting. Friday I skipped Gender & Political Studies... fuck that class. Felt better that night, got obliterated at the Breakfast Club for Kristi's actual party. I overdid it, but I think it was needed. Ended the night horizontally on the parking lot, ahah. Tequila is a bad thing.
Saturday was Uncle Barry's wedding. The ceremony was nice, and the reception was ballin. The food at the Rutgers Club is outrageous. Big fat shrimp, crab legs, spinach dip, cheese, meat, pitas, hot hors d'oeuvres... oh my god. My favorite kind of salad, turkey, potatos... desserts... don't even get me started. Food is one of my favorite things in the world, and this some of the best. I only wish I could've stayed there for like, a week... just eating. Hung out with my family a lot, went to the Hyatt afterwards.
That brings us to today. I slept in, which was needed. I'm still not in a good mood. School is lame. I'm not making enough money. My boss is going to Kenya for a month.. don't know how I'm getting paid?
I want to kill Dexter 90% of the time. He's fully confirmed my love of cats. I don't feel attached to him like I should. I feel like he's just another expense. I don't know why. I don't know if it'd be different if he was a breed I liked more (Husky, German Shepherd). I really have no idea why I can't seem to bond. He follows me around like a fuckin shadow, and half the time I just want to get away from him. He shouldn't be this burden, he's supposed to be something I enjoy.
I'm really hoping it gets better as he gets older. Right now he's just so frustrating. He's always doing something wrong, biting people, being generally unpleasant. He's whiny and has recently found his voice. I went upstairs just now to get a bowl of cereal, and he barked as loud as he could the entire time (I have him gated in my parents' kitchen downstairs).
Having a puppy is something I've wanted my entire life, and now that we have one, I just want it to grow up/go away. Kind of disappointing.
I really want to just curl up with Princess and forget about every other responsibility I have.