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I'm so fucking sick of everything.
It's just been another crappy day in a crappy month.
ACL aside, I don't think I've really had a good time at all. Even then, I got really sunburned, probably annoyed a bunch of people, and didn't sleep nearly enough.
I'm tired of being behind on my work. I'm tired of having so little time to do so much work (normal and make-up) that I end up just doing a half-ass job and getting crappy grades.
I'm mad at my luck on the Latin test - having most of the lines being from the maybe-30 line section that I hadn't caught up on (when I had more than 100 lines that I'd missed). I'm mad at myself for messing up the translation quiz that I had to make-up even though I knew the stuff. I'm mad that my Latin grade is going to suck because of all of that and more.
I just want to know why the fuck this had to happen to me. And during my junior year! Did I not already have enough pressure from everything else? Did I really need something else to deal with?
I'm also sick of people being like "Yeah, I know what you mean! I have so much work!" or "Yeah, I'm kind of disappointed in my grades, too." Because you don't know! You don't fucking know.
Especially people like Tiffany! I love Tiffany - she's awesome...but I really don't need her to be like "Yeah, my grades aren't that good, either. I think I'm going to fail." (I feel kind of badly because I snapped at her today (ish) and was like "Tiffany, you don't fail anything. Your grades are amazing.")
And then there are the people who are telling me that I never fail anything and not to worry. But you know why I don't fail anything? Because I actually work to do well on things. I don't have time to do that anymore, I don't sleep enough to do that anymore...I'm kind of just hoping I fail something just to get everyone to shut the fuck up.
I know that I shouldn't be complaining because it's worse for those people who don't have food and whatnot, but this fucking sucks, too.
I almost wish I still had the fucking cyst, because then, at least, I wouldn't be worrying about anything else.
Aren't rants supposed to make you feel better?
It's just been another crappy day in a crappy month.
ACL aside, I don't think I've really had a good time at all. Even then, I got really sunburned, probably annoyed a bunch of people, and didn't sleep nearly enough.
I'm tired of being behind on my work. I'm tired of having so little time to do so much work (normal and make-up) that I end up just doing a half-ass job and getting crappy grades.
I'm mad at my luck on the Latin test - having most of the lines being from the maybe-30 line section that I hadn't caught up on (when I had more than 100 lines that I'd missed). I'm mad at myself for messing up the translation quiz that I had to make-up even though I knew the stuff. I'm mad that my Latin grade is going to suck because of all of that and more.
I just want to know why the fuck this had to happen to me. And during my junior year! Did I not already have enough pressure from everything else? Did I really need something else to deal with?
I'm also sick of people being like "Yeah, I know what you mean! I have so much work!" or "Yeah, I'm kind of disappointed in my grades, too." Because you don't know! You don't fucking know.
Especially people like Tiffany! I love Tiffany - she's awesome...but I really don't need her to be like "Yeah, my grades aren't that good, either. I think I'm going to fail." (I feel kind of badly because I snapped at her today (ish) and was like "Tiffany, you don't fail anything. Your grades are amazing.")
And then there are the people who are telling me that I never fail anything and not to worry. But you know why I don't fail anything? Because I actually work to do well on things. I don't have time to do that anymore, I don't sleep enough to do that anymore...I'm kind of just hoping I fail something just to get everyone to shut the fuck up.
I know that I shouldn't be complaining because it's worse for those people who don't have food and whatnot, but this fucking sucks, too.
I almost wish I still had the fucking cyst, because then, at least, I wouldn't be worrying about anything else.
Aren't rants supposed to make you feel better?