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So the fucking title agency in Kentucky didn't have my title ready this Wednesday like they were supposed to have it. Not only did the guy we bought it from have to drive all the way to Frankfurt just to get rejected, but they only title on Mondays and Wednesdays and now it is too late. So unless they can do some crazy overnight thing, it might be another fucking week before my Dad even HAS the car available to be re-titled and licensed. And I already feel like I am going to scream if I have to borrow a car one more goddamn time and spend the whole drive clutching the steering wheel in a death grip as I pray over and over for no one to go insane and hit me again. I feel so unlucky that I expect every car I get in to just get destroyed. If it were a car I'd borrowed, I could never forgive myself...
DAMNIT. I am so upset right now I just want to cry from stress because all I want is a fucking car that I should have been ready on THANKSGIVING but of course is not because nothing ever seems to just naturally work out for me. Seriously, NOTHING does. I always have to work my ass off and find a way to get hurt so that working is five times harder than it should be and I have to gimp all over the place. Perseverence, perseverence, perseverence... fuck you. You are the most annoying virtue ever and I wish that I did not have to carry you around on my back like a loaded shotgun meant for frontier justice. I wish the world could just BE fair. After all, what the fuck have I ever done to anyone? :( What's with all this pain and disappointment? :(
Mawr. Maybe I am just feeling sorry for myself because I am physically exhausted. Mentally I'm alright because once I finally managed to crawl out of a drug-induced stupor I grabbed a Monster Khaos, took a hot shower, and did everything possible to revive myself, which worked. I even spent the last couple hours doing all sorts of adult things: filling out the FAFSA, examining my bank account, working out my spring schedule, completing study abroad applications, requesting (and writing?!) letters of reccomendation, writing a petition to count Art350 as a GEC, and a host of other important things. I call this subject Life. I am embarrassed to say that I need to meet with my counselor yet AGAIN, because I need to get a timeframe on graduate school and ask about Comm 628. Can you believe that I've only got a year left?
Hm, at least talking about all that stuff makes me feel better. I feel in control of my academic life and confident that the future I am building will be exciting. I feel responsible, competent, ambitious, and clear-headed. The only things that's still fuzzy right now is graduate school; I know I want to go, but I don't yet know the timeframe of GRE's, when to go, etc. Oh well, at least I can be sure that it will be an adventure. So will work, if I stay in Communications. :) I'm soooo glad I changed everything up instead of drowning in business like Hina. I'm also very proud of Ashley, who recently had her own midcollege crisis and remade her future into something brighter as well.
Anyway, back to the curriculum petition... time is flying by and soon it's homework time at la biblioteca. Glad I got that all out of my system. :P
DAMNIT. I am so upset right now I just want to cry from stress because all I want is a fucking car that I should have been ready on THANKSGIVING but of course is not because nothing ever seems to just naturally work out for me. Seriously, NOTHING does. I always have to work my ass off and find a way to get hurt so that working is five times harder than it should be and I have to gimp all over the place. Perseverence, perseverence, perseverence... fuck you. You are the most annoying virtue ever and I wish that I did not have to carry you around on my back like a loaded shotgun meant for frontier justice. I wish the world could just BE fair. After all, what the fuck have I ever done to anyone? :( What's with all this pain and disappointment? :(
Mawr. Maybe I am just feeling sorry for myself because I am physically exhausted. Mentally I'm alright because once I finally managed to crawl out of a drug-induced stupor I grabbed a Monster Khaos, took a hot shower, and did everything possible to revive myself, which worked. I even spent the last couple hours doing all sorts of adult things: filling out the FAFSA, examining my bank account, working out my spring schedule, completing study abroad applications, requesting (and writing?!) letters of reccomendation, writing a petition to count Art350 as a GEC, and a host of other important things. I call this subject Life. I am embarrassed to say that I need to meet with my counselor yet AGAIN, because I need to get a timeframe on graduate school and ask about Comm 628. Can you believe that I've only got a year left?
Hm, at least talking about all that stuff makes me feel better. I feel in control of my academic life and confident that the future I am building will be exciting. I feel responsible, competent, ambitious, and clear-headed. The only things that's still fuzzy right now is graduate school; I know I want to go, but I don't yet know the timeframe of GRE's, when to go, etc. Oh well, at least I can be sure that it will be an adventure. So will work, if I stay in Communications. :) I'm soooo glad I changed everything up instead of drowning in business like Hina. I'm also very proud of Ashley, who recently had her own midcollege crisis and remade her future into something brighter as well.
Anyway, back to the curriculum petition... time is flying by and soon it's homework time at la biblioteca. Glad I got that all out of my system. :P