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Can you handle all the bitching?

Hmm. Hmm. Wow.

Where to begin? Well, let’s start with that good old Italian professor. If that guy tripped down a flight of stairs, I honestly would not give¬†a shit. I don’t know what all I’ve been saying these past few blogs, so to recap: Oral exam. 10% of grade. Need partner. My effing partner dropped the class, so the teacher fricken slams me in another group with a girl “N” and a boy “D”. THEN, he changes the date from Thurs the 21st, to Tues the 19th, only 5 days before we’re to do the exam. Cool. And by the way, I don’t know how to speak Italian, and also, I live an hour away from school, I don’t exactly have the fucking gas to be driving up to Detroit every day to work on a damn project, especially with that car I don’t own.

So, I had a super fucking busy weekend last weekend (go figure). On Fri night I sent an email to “N” telling her what I was doing for the project, and asking her to send a email to “D” and tell him what they both needed to do to finish up. Okay. No one emails me back till Sunday. Sun morning I get a txt from “D” telling me he’s fucking dropping out of the damn group. COOL. So I send another email to “N”. No response. But I told her I would be to class early on Tues, around 1:30ish.

So Tuesday goddamn comes. I have an appt with fin aid at 1:15. That goes fine. I call my mom. While on the phone with my mom I get a call from “N”. I hang up with my mom and see “N” sent me a txt asking me where I was. What’s the time? 1:36. HOLD YOU FUCKING HORSES I’M FUCKING COMING DAMN. So I walk up to the Italian room. “N” is standing outside the door, on her phone, TALKING ABOUT ME. She turns, sees me and goes “Oh she’s here” and quickly hangs up. Cool. So I begin to talk to “N” about my concerns about the project. “N” begins to talk about what happened on the last episode of “What would you do?” then asks me if I’ve ever watched it.

What does this have to do with the oral exam that we’re not prepared for and have to do in an hour? “N” continues to talk about everything that isn’t the project. She pulls out her laptop and fucking youtubes “What would you do” AND STARTS WATCHING IT IN THE CLASSROOM WHILE I AM WORKING ON THE FUCKING PROJECT.

I’m wishing I had a gun.

She keeps asking me questions. Completely irrelevant questions, and telling me stories about Muslims and her church and stupid shit. So I finish OUR project, and we can practice a little. Omg. And I had a bag of fucking cookies with me, and this freaking girl, who I don’t even know, and certainly do not like is all “Jade, can I have a cookie?” I just stared at her. Seriously. NO YOU CAN’T FUCKING HAVE A COOKIE. You can buy your own damn cookies!!!!!!!!!! WHO JUST ASKS FOR COOKIES FROM PEOPlE THEY HAVE NEVER TALKED TO BEFORE?! God. Fricken. Dang. It.

4:20 rolls around and we have to do our exam. I’m nervous. We memorized our lines in the last five mins (we’re not supposed to memorize, but like I said, I can’t speak Italian). So he asks us to perform the dialogue. Go figure. Halfway through “N” forgets her lines, and so the prof just starts questioning us, in Italian, saying all these words and crap that we never. fucking. studied. I had NO idea even remotely what he was saying. I mean, it would have rang a bell if he’d said something from the book, but no, he’s just rambling on and I’m staring at him, and he’s getting irritated, and I really just DO NOT KNOW what he is saying. So he fucking scribbles some shit down on his notepad and he goes “I guess you should have studied a bit more.”

Oh.

Ohhhhhhhhh ho ho.

Oh no.

I almost lunged across the table and throttled him. I would have slammed his big stupid head against the corner of the desk. That fucker.

Studied more? Not only did I not know my group till last Thursday, but then you cut two days off of my study time, and you are NOT the only thing I have going on in my life. And I. Studied. My. Fucking. Ass. OFF. I was as prepared as I fucking could have been given the circumstances. That son of a bitch. “Should have studied more?” Suck. My.

Never again.

So what else is wrong in my life?

Gee. I went to schedule my fall classes. Go figure. They all overlap. Oh and get this, I can only take three because the fourth starts ten minutes before the first one ends. So now I just have a huge two hour gap in my schedule. AND my first class starts at 11:45. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this waking up early shit again. (I have to get up two hours early because I live so far away). And my last class gets out at 6. And I’m just not thrilled about the classes either. I was scheduled for the second half of Italian, and everything worked out perfectly, but a couple days ago I got an email saying they randomly changed the time of that section, and it overlapped my first our, so I had to fucking drop it.

I have been so pissed, and so stressed. Everything is just getting to me, and the “freedom” portion isn’t settling in yet. I think I’m too far gone to feel relieved. I can’t write. I don’t want to do anything but sit here. I have a birthday party to go to tomorrow and I really just don’t want to deal with my friends. I’m not in the mood. I just don’t want to leave my house. I haven’t gotten a single break day in like three weeks, I’m mentally and physically exhausted.

My grandma was in the hospital all last week, and they waffled about what’s wrong with her. They told us she had congestive heart failure, so for about three days we had that hanging over our head, but then they retracted the diagnosis and told us it was pneumonia. So, Sunday we’ll have Easter over there. And I’m not even sure my mom is going, and if she doesn’t, ohhh, that will just open a whole new can of worms and I’m just not ready to deal with it.

Speaking of Easter. Did you girls ever get presents on Easter? Like cold hard, huge ass, Christmas worthy presents? I never did. I mean when I REALLY little, but once I hit like eight that stopped. I get candy, sometimes a little bit of money. That’s it. And I’m sorry, but I believe that’s how it should be. But noooo. Mykul text me today saying his family did their Easter today. And he proceeded to tell me all of the SHIT he’s got so far: a new pair of shoes, two sweatshirts, money, a video game. Hmmm…. Easter Bunny, I didn’t know you were Santa, too. Oh yeah, and that fucking video game? I told him I’ve wanted it for like two years, I’ve been asking for it for Christmas but haven’t gotten it. He didn’t even know what the fuck it was till I told him, and all of the sudden he gets it for Easter? EASTER? Fuck. What the fuck ever.

Okay, so, I had to do something to save my sanity right? And the only way I know how is by blowing tons of money which I later regret. But seriously, this is the one good thing that has happened to me like, all month. And I can’t regret him:

This is my 7-week-old spiked foliage wanderer,¬†Sabellus Beowulf Wakame Michaelis. I call him Sebby for short. He’s a hedgehog, and I love him. He makes me happy.

 

5 Responses so far »

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    gertiev said,

    April 22, 2011 @ 5:38 pm

    wow. I hope things gets better for you. It always does, so hang on. I hope you didn’t give N a cookie..

    Sebby looks cute! Aww.. what do you feed hedgehogs? I want one!

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    didibuttonsley said,

    April 24, 2011 @ 7:30 pm

    Alright, that was a monumentally suckass day. I can’t believe you aren’t in jail for manslaughter right now. If you take Italian do you have to have that same jerk for a professor again? If that is the case, I would end my Italian career. It’s not worth the stress. The man is obviously a complete shit. From all that you have written about him, he seems completely unorganized and totally inconsiderate. I really hope you didn’t give your dumb partner a cookie either. You should have banged their heads together.
    I love the name that you picked for your adorable little hedgey-pig. I am glad that you got a pet. My two cats are back in Wisconsin and my father has my dog. I hate not having a critter around to chat with. :(

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    goodnuff said,

    April 27, 2011 @ 3:41 pm

    Your prof is a douche bag a$$ hat
    Your partner is a brainless twat
    No I dint get easter presents…especially not candy.
    Eeeeeee! He’s soooo cute!
    And your filter won’t let me say the “f” word or that would have ben thrown in a few times to show my disdain for your terrible day(s).

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    goodnuff said,

    April 27, 2011 @ 3:42 pm

    Lol…you have to love posting from a phone. Sorry about all of the spelling errors. Feel free to fix them to reflect my actual educational level.

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    jitterfish said,

    April 27, 2011 @ 8:46 pm

    Again I am astounded that your prof could be like that. There is no way you can change dates, the only way we can do that is if we tell the students at the very start of semester or if we get permission from the whole class.

    Never heard of people getting presents for Easter, just choccie. Presents seems wrong to me. How can the bunny carry presents and chocolate eggs ;)

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