So. Today, in a word, sucked. Oh, I'm sure there were some parts that were better than others; watching The Importance of Being Earnest was amusing, in its way. But the combination of several factors means that I'm in the worst mood I've been in in quite a while. My uterus decided to inform me this week (several months late) that it is indeed alive, and make up for its apparent dead-ness of the last few months with killer cramps and mood swings such that I'm trying to remember not to take anything at all personally right now since I've absolutely no way of knowing what's in my mind and what's not. (So, if anyone's pissed at me, you'll need to tell me straight out and not drop clues--everyone in the world seems to hate me at the moment, and that's probably just in my mind.) Also, in conjuction with the evil plotting of my uterus, I have been hit by the Martian Death Flu, or a milder variant thereof that makes you feel just as shitty, and cough up icky stuff, but isn't bad enough to justify skipping classes, which I did anyways.
Then, fucking ITS decided to close the loophole in the Pay-for-Print system so I now have to pay to print out my reading (200 pages a week) for my seminar. Fuckers. And George Bush is cutting funding for federal student loans, and I have so many already that I know I won't be able to get any more. I'm graduating in a month and a half and I have no job.
I want to throw things and scream and yell and cause people bodily harm. This sucks mightily. I have to go to class tonight, as well, and I must remember to keep my mouth shut otherwise I know I'll say something I'll regret. Grrr.
Let's not even get into the insecure, no-one-loves-me-and-all-I-have-going-for-myself-is-I-can-proofread-well-and-speak-passable-French issues. I just want to sleep and read slash; is that so wrong?
Then, fucking ITS decided to close the loophole in the Pay-for-Print system so I now have to pay to print out my reading (200 pages a week) for my seminar. Fuckers. And George Bush is cutting funding for federal student loans, and I have so many already that I know I won't be able to get any more. I'm graduating in a month and a half and I have no job.
I want to throw things and scream and yell and cause people bodily harm. This sucks mightily. I have to go to class tonight, as well, and I must remember to keep my mouth shut otherwise I know I'll say something I'll regret. Grrr.
Let's not even get into the insecure, no-one-loves-me-and-all-I-have-going-for-myself-is-I-can-proofread-well-and-speak-passable-French issues. I just want to sleep and read slash; is that so wrong?
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Date: 2004-03-25 12:06 am (UTC)I think it would be dangerous to hug you at the moment, so I'll just stand a good distance off and poke at you with a stick. Feel better.
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Date: 2004-03-25 02:42 am (UTC)How am i suppose to print my thesis now?
I hate when the find that kind of stuff out.