last night at around 3:30am i really wanted to write in my journal. i had just gotten back inside after some fuckshit pulled a fire alarm. oh how i hate my dorm. at least i'll only be here for another 2 days.
i had my make up eval this morning at 8:30 since i didn't make it to it yesterday (this is why i didn't want to talk about it, for those of you who asked). eval conferences generally last about 20 minutes. this one went on for a fucking hour. on the positive side, though, my professor is giving me a week to make up some assignments, which will give me the full 16 credits, rather than just 12.
it's funny how the ommision or inclusion of one fact can turn me from a slacker into a hero.
talked to my best friend a little while ago. he's on sleep dep because of school and a final paper he has to write. he was babbling on and on about 'queer as folk.' poor boy, he must be so tired.
i must start packing soon. and cleaning. this will not be fun. but before that, i deserve some motherfucking sleep.
i had my make up eval this morning at 8:30 since i didn't make it to it yesterday (this is why i didn't want to talk about it, for those of you who asked). eval conferences generally last about 20 minutes. this one went on for a fucking hour. on the positive side, though, my professor is giving me a week to make up some assignments, which will give me the full 16 credits, rather than just 12.
it's funny how the ommision or inclusion of one fact can turn me from a slacker into a hero.
talked to my best friend a little while ago. he's on sleep dep because of school and a final paper he has to write. he was babbling on and on about 'queer as folk.' poor boy, he must be so tired.
i must start packing soon. and cleaning. this will not be fun. but before that, i deserve some motherfucking sleep.