I are Jenn.

sigh. Everything’s louder and more confusing in the right ear and now I can’t hear anyone on the left. This is so weak.

My professor has dick-tential today.

I’m geeking out and upset. SOMEONE PLEASE change my major for me.

So I’m a little stressed. and by a little I mean “A lot”. and by “A Lot” I mean, “SOMEONE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SAVE ME”

I have to:

A. Write a Profile story on someone in my life. I chose Todd. I was then told that I might “learn a few things” about him. What the fuck don’t I know? I mean. Seriously. Maybe it’s the PMS but I don’t wanna know any more things that will make me cry. And this has to happen before WEDNESDAY at MIDNIGHT.

B. Make up a powerpoint that is about video games for Thursday.

C. Find a good court story and go to that bitch BEFORE next Wednesday.

D. Ask off for December 10 and 11.

E. Go to work tomorrow.

F. Go to class til 9 pm tonight.

G. Try not to cry.

H. Fix all the things.

And you know what?

I went to fucking Wal-Mart and I Wal-Marted.

Is going to kick my ass.

And that’s a lot of kicking.

Tuesday:

Mom’s off to New York.

Comm 100: Talked about the early developments of TV. Found out that Phillip Farnsworth was a real guy, not just the professor from Futurama. Have to write an essay and then do a presentation.

Comm 260: Actively being yelled at by a man from Kenya who wants to make my life a living hell. Also, have to attend a speech tonight in Carlisle about Wikileaks that will cause me to skip my film class which happens to be the only class I love. I also need to purchase a new voice recorder because the one that I own has grown legs and moved out.

I-Hum 460: More thematic studies. I can’t even pay attention here. Oh look, birds.

Comm 150: Skipping. May make the trek back from Carlisle should the Wikileaks thing end early, but more than likely, I’ll be missing the climactic end of HERO. Damn.

Wednesday: Work from 10-3:15.

Speech assignment due at Midnight.

Thursday:

Repeat.

Friday: Work. Mother returns.

Saturday: Work.

Sunday: Work. Renaissance Faire.

Monday: You better believe I’m not doing one god damn thing.

I hate college.

I hate college.

I hate college.

Have I mentioned that I hate college?

Also, I got a text today.

“I’m in line to get my balls played with!!”

I replied,

“Lucky. No one ever plays with mine.”

I feel like I just won.

GOD

DAMN

IT.

and I’m telling you I had to wake up and check my computer.