A dose of that good ol' bitchin' and moanin'
I think I'm sick or something, and probably somewhat messed up from all the things I've put in my body. I dont know why, but I've been so dehydrated, and I usually am not. The work I haven't done is catching up to me .
Last night I begin work for my Scientific Inquiry class and crank out two papers.
Then, at 2am, I was walking all over campus trying to practice my speech. I almost had it down. I tried to go to sleep, but, obviously, the soundtrack to "The Gladiator" at 3am was followed by the corporate drivel BET calls hip-hop at 4am. I think the music finally went off at 5am, but then my roommates were slamming about the room again at 7am.
When I woke up, I felt like I had it my speech down fully, even though I was exhaused. I'll take some Nerds with me and fill my thermos with cappucino from the cafeteria to keep me awake, I figure. I forgot the Nerds and the fucking cappucino/coffee machine was broken. After sitting through an intensely boring Theology class, I get to Speech and avoid eye contact with the teacher. Two spillover people went first, and then a girl for today's schedule went. There was only time for one more person, and I was one of the three available. The teacher called someone else, so I was on cloud nine. Then, the fucking kid says he needs to set up on the computer first (which he was supposed to have done beforehand), so the teacher says there's no time and tells me to get up there. And I fucked that speech up like no other. There's no way I'll get an A in the class, so I'm gonna have to see about changing it to just for credit, which sucks.
Now I've got to attempt to do my Accounting homework in time (and this post isn't helping), try to get a fucking hour of sleep or something, then basically go straight to Manhattan to see Nikki's performance, because I really haven't seen her perform, and this is the only chance. I'll probably get back at 1am, according to the schedule, and then I have to study for Metaphysics. We have the question on the test already -- it's one essay for an hour and a half -- so we're supposed to have our thesis and, essentially, the entire essay memorized in order to get a decent grade. Fucked there, too.
When I'm done bombing that test, I'll get to write my five page Theology paper and frantically scrape together my Accounting project. Hopefully I'll get sleep, but I know that there's really no way to be rested in this nigger-infested hellhole.
And there are fucking TEARS in my Docs. How did that happen? At least my rubber-band ball is growing.
The weekend's drugs will have never been so appreciated. Hopefully the tabs I have will be good so that I can fry on Saturday morning. If they're not, I'll just get fucking stoned and drunk as all hell. This is not the week for optimism.
Last night I begin work for my Scientific Inquiry class and crank out two papers.
Then, at 2am, I was walking all over campus trying to practice my speech. I almost had it down. I tried to go to sleep, but, obviously, the soundtrack to "The Gladiator" at 3am was followed by the corporate drivel BET calls hip-hop at 4am. I think the music finally went off at 5am, but then my roommates were slamming about the room again at 7am.
When I woke up, I felt like I had it my speech down fully, even though I was exhaused. I'll take some Nerds with me and fill my thermos with cappucino from the cafeteria to keep me awake, I figure. I forgot the Nerds and the fucking cappucino/coffee machine was broken. After sitting through an intensely boring Theology class, I get to Speech and avoid eye contact with the teacher. Two spillover people went first, and then a girl for today's schedule went. There was only time for one more person, and I was one of the three available. The teacher called someone else, so I was on cloud nine. Then, the fucking kid says he needs to set up on the computer first (which he was supposed to have done beforehand), so the teacher says there's no time and tells me to get up there. And I fucked that speech up like no other. There's no way I'll get an A in the class, so I'm gonna have to see about changing it to just for credit, which sucks.
Now I've got to attempt to do my Accounting homework in time (and this post isn't helping), try to get a fucking hour of sleep or something, then basically go straight to Manhattan to see Nikki's performance, because I really haven't seen her perform, and this is the only chance. I'll probably get back at 1am, according to the schedule, and then I have to study for Metaphysics. We have the question on the test already -- it's one essay for an hour and a half -- so we're supposed to have our thesis and, essentially, the entire essay memorized in order to get a decent grade. Fucked there, too.
When I'm done bombing that test, I'll get to write my five page Theology paper and frantically scrape together my Accounting project. Hopefully I'll get sleep, but I know that there's really no way to be rested in this nigger-infested hellhole.
And there are fucking TEARS in my Docs. How did that happen? At least my rubber-band ball is growing.
The weekend's drugs will have never been so appreciated. Hopefully the tabs I have will be good so that I can fry on Saturday morning. If they're not, I'll just get fucking stoned and drunk as all hell. This is not the week for optimism.