Sometimes it's really just not worth being an overachiever
I am utterly devastated.
I just realized that I'm going to be in St. Louis on the 29th of October. The day of the epic Halloween party we're planning.
Daaaaaaammmmmmnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There's nothing I can do to get out of it; the tickets have already been purchased. And there's no way I would be able to look my honors program director in the eye and say, "Um, I'd like to welch out on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to travel on someone else's dime to a convention of honors boards across the nation...why? Oh, well, I have a previous engagement with a corset and copious amounts of alcohol. Sorry."
This is so unfair it feels like I should be in a teen novela. I should be on the damn Disney channel for something this stereotypical. Shit. How do I do this sort of thing to myself and then not even notice until after the two sets of conflicting plans have already been set in motion? How?
Well, fact of the matter is, I'm scatterbrained and something of an idiot. Want an example? Today I did a whole mess of clothes, a huge load of dirty clothes, and I forgot to put soap in. They were halfway done with the dryer cycle before I realized. I forget important things all the time. I suppose I could make the excuse that there's a lot on my mind, but...I think I'm just retarded sometimes. I might not have realized until even later, except that I requested time off for the conference, and the party...and realized that I had just made two requests for the same time.
Fuck. It was going to be so cool. But, nooooo. I have to be in stupid Missouri or wherever from the 26th to the 30th.
God, this sucks so much ass.
I just realized that I'm going to be in St. Louis on the 29th of October. The day of the epic Halloween party we're planning.
Daaaaaaammmmmmnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There's nothing I can do to get out of it; the tickets have already been purchased. And there's no way I would be able to look my honors program director in the eye and say, "Um, I'd like to welch out on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to travel on someone else's dime to a convention of honors boards across the nation...why? Oh, well, I have a previous engagement with a corset and copious amounts of alcohol. Sorry."
This is so unfair it feels like I should be in a teen novela. I should be on the damn Disney channel for something this stereotypical. Shit. How do I do this sort of thing to myself and then not even notice until after the two sets of conflicting plans have already been set in motion? How?
Well, fact of the matter is, I'm scatterbrained and something of an idiot. Want an example? Today I did a whole mess of clothes, a huge load of dirty clothes, and I forgot to put soap in. They were halfway done with the dryer cycle before I realized. I forget important things all the time. I suppose I could make the excuse that there's a lot on my mind, but...I think I'm just retarded sometimes. I might not have realized until even later, except that I requested time off for the conference, and the party...and realized that I had just made two requests for the same time.
Fuck. It was going to be so cool. But, nooooo. I have to be in stupid Missouri or wherever from the 26th to the 30th.
God, this sucks so much ass.