So, I had a mostly bad last…9 days? Last Thursday, not the one that was yesterday was a Quantitative Analysis test. Friday was Advanced Organic presentation, and then I had the weekend, which was just working, you know, not too terrible?
Get up Monday, go to my class, find out I bombed my presentation. Go to work.
Tuesday, do the take-home part of my Quant test from the previous week. Go to work, but when I go to come home, realize that my car won’t start. I still don’t know what’s wrong with it. Starter? It doesn’t matter, because I can’t afford to fix it until my next payday anyways.
Wednesday, walk to school, and I get to be really let-down on the National Day of Silence because noone else takes it seriously and end up breaking their silence 3 hours early. Oh well. Don’t have to work this day, but I did have to spend until 11pm doing homework, after starting it at 7.
Thursday, walk to class again, take the quant mini-test (Yes, he hates us… he went slowly earlier in the semester, so now we’re compressing things ridiculously.) Play a bunch of DDR on the quad because it’s spring fling week, and think I’m going to die… until I realize that still have to ride my friend’s bike to work due to the car being broken issue. Handlebars disengage from the wheel when I’m about ten blocks away from being home, I hit the ground, break the bike’s light, and I walk the bike with the wobbly wheel back to the apartment. I’m greeted by an asleep boyfriend, who, instead of picking me up from work, slept, and instead of sympathizing with the fact that I was bleeding said “hurry up and come to bed.”
You know, this is actually really boring even for me to read back through, and I’m sorry to have bothered you guys with it. I think I just wanted to vent?
Anyway, have fun reading it?