I give up. I give the fuck up.

All I can do is laugh, here, guys.

I had an Anatomy test today, which I kind of studied for.
My package of books arrived today.
And then, in English, the bomb dropped.

The one day I was late to class, I missed important info on a paper due Wednesday. Info like the fact that I needed to have it proof read (legitimately) by this Wednesday. And if we didn't pull that off, we needed to submit it online.

I learned this today.

I couldn't get an appointment until Thursday. I did not have the online program to submit the paper. I haven't even written the paper.
I bought the program. My teacher doesn't have the online class set up, so I have no idea how to submit the paper.
I sent her an e-mail, but this woman is menopausal to the nth degree and may just give me the finger.

She also reamed the entire class out for a solid hour on our homework, giving us back papers to rewrite by Wednesday. We have an in-class essay Wednesday, as well.
I also have to type up a proposal memo for the same class, only this time about my final project.

I went to go sell back my Philosophy book, since I dropped the class. They gave me seven bucks for it.
I nearly got hit by a car on the way back to my dorm.

ALL BEFORE NOON.

WTF, WORLD?!

Monday Update

In further news, I am now caught up with my English homework, having written separate four papers of various lengths. Immediately afterwards, I tackled my substantial lab homework. When I looked up, five hours had passed.

Tomorrow is a day of work (for pay, this time), lab time, and some obscure writing lab exercise that I endure for my GPA's sake.

And then I'm gonna SLEEEEEEEEEEEP. And read my books. But mostly sleep.


God DAMN, Mondays. You really are a bitch, aren't cha.