if you talk you better walk, you better back your shit up
Hi. I'm currently in the middle of my scheduled mid-semester panic attack. I am taking far too many classes, I am already behind in the online courses, and I have no fucking idea what I'm doing with any of it. On top of that, all I really want to do is play Warcraft and watch Pros episodes, even though I know that's escapism and I do not have time for escapism. Even escapism that involves Onyxia or lads in tight pants.
I have a pathfinder due on Monday and the professor hasn't gotten back to me about my topic choice, so FUCK IT, I am doing one on college applications. I can't even document that I ever sent her a list of my choices, though, because last week's links aren't available anymore. So she might email me tomorrow and say "No, you have to do a pathfinder on teen eating disorders" and I'll have to start over even though it's--did I mention--due on Monday. Also I have to read like 19 more YA books for the class over the next six weeks or so, even though I know I'll wind up cheating and using books I've already read.
It should be comforting that the rest of my digital preservation class doesn't know what the fuck is going on either, but it isn't. It's just driving me even crazier because we're all sitting in the buggy Vista chat feeling stupid together. We're getting no feedback from the prof as to whether or not we're doing anything right. And it seems like I blink and then it's Friday and everything's due Sunday night (if not before), and I'm rushing to get everything done at the last minute.
Ugh. I just want to go curl up and sob for a couple of minutes, but that's not productive. I also have to call Zeus and let him know that I can't handle getting together for the RPG tomorrow.
And on an unrelated note, OH MY FUCKING GOD, UPSTAIRS PEOPLE. If you are going to have a dog, in defiance of all the apartment complex's rules, could you at least CLOSE YOUR FUCKING DOOR so I don't have to hear it YAPPING? I don't want to be the fucker who tattles on you, but you are tempting me so much right now.
I have a pathfinder due on Monday and the professor hasn't gotten back to me about my topic choice, so FUCK IT, I am doing one on college applications. I can't even document that I ever sent her a list of my choices, though, because last week's links aren't available anymore. So she might email me tomorrow and say "No, you have to do a pathfinder on teen eating disorders" and I'll have to start over even though it's--did I mention--due on Monday. Also I have to read like 19 more YA books for the class over the next six weeks or so, even though I know I'll wind up cheating and using books I've already read.
It should be comforting that the rest of my digital preservation class doesn't know what the fuck is going on either, but it isn't. It's just driving me even crazier because we're all sitting in the buggy Vista chat feeling stupid together. We're getting no feedback from the prof as to whether or not we're doing anything right. And it seems like I blink and then it's Friday and everything's due Sunday night (if not before), and I'm rushing to get everything done at the last minute.
Ugh. I just want to go curl up and sob for a couple of minutes, but that's not productive. I also have to call Zeus and let him know that I can't handle getting together for the RPG tomorrow.
And on an unrelated note, OH MY FUCKING GOD, UPSTAIRS PEOPLE. If you are going to have a dog, in defiance of all the apartment complex's rules, could you at least CLOSE YOUR FUCKING DOOR so I don't have to hear it YAPPING? I don't want to be the fucker who tattles on you, but you are tempting me so much right now.