"What did it ever do for me" I Say

No wonder I did it.
Because of days like today.

Got woken up a half hour early
Sat around waiting, only to be late
Fucking 'Clue' posted every where
Hole punch ate my project
Shit all over my new jeans because of the night art class
Non-stop talking about fucking 'Clue'
Poster wasn't good enough
Poster ripped
Feeling sick
People don't know when to shut up
Pointless projects
Bitch work
Still feeling sick
A whole other poster for tomorrow
Taking it 3 FUCKING TIMES

Good things:
Hot chocolate
Text messages during 6th hour
Ripping the poster into millions of pieces

It isn't good when the bad over powers the good by that much...

And on top of it, this week I've finally come up with a decision on college. What happens? Get another phone call from Baker, they tell me all new information, once again. Guess what? They do have video classes...in Clinton Township. An hour and 20 minutes away.

I love it how when you are extremly stressed, or upset it's always the most unlikely of people that come through and make you feel better, and the people that should have your back suck. Why is that?

75 more days

Seriously...

I love life