This is the third time this professor has cancelled lecture this semester without telling anyone. I really would like to stab something.
I was gonna go to Starbucks to write an essay since my roommate and her friend and using power tools in our living room, but after Skyping with my mom I kinda just want to order a pizza and eat in bed.
And now I just fucked up trimming my fringe.
Not the worst day ever, but certainly not the best.
And a good morning to you, car alarm.
What I’ve had for dinner tonight:
- A banana with Nutella
- Green tea
- Parmesan cheese
I’m so good at eating right.
Everything today has been people being mean and rude and touching me without permission. Even Jelly won’t stop trying to steal my food.
Welp, there goes my night.
All worked up and angry over a fucking debate for a presidential election I’m not even eligible to vote for. No cuddles. No kitty. And I’m running a fever.
Jelly was doing so well with sitting in my lap while I ate and not attacking my food…
And then he peed on my bed.
Mom says I don’t communicate enough with her and my dad.
Send an email telling them about what’s going on in my life and asking questions about how things are with them. Explain that I’m not ignoring them, I’m just really, really busy.
Have what I say be completely ignored and instead receive an uninvited lecture on something that I should be doing or something I’m not doing right.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
When you email you mom asking if she’d be okay with me having a male roommate if he was gay, and telling her about the incredible apartment that’s in a perfect location (<5 minutes away from campus) and would cost me $400/m in rent…
And she laughs and says “gays are unpredictable, trouble, and fuzzy”.
I finally manage to fall asleep, and some assholes decide to sneak onto the baseball field outside my room and set off fireworks.
Thanks a lot. It’s not like any of us have an exam in eight hours.
I don’t have class on Thursdays, so I could easily just stay in bed all day and order pizza or maybe make something delicious with the shrimp I bought and just do nothing.
No you can’t Nicole. You have a doctor’s appointment at 2, and you have to go to the bank. And what about all that homework you’ve been putting off that you stayed home to do last night rather than going to your friend’s potluck dinner, but instead of finishing it you watched Chappelle’s Show and had crazy awesome sex with your boyfriend?
Fuck you, Life, I do what I want.