11.07.2009

We're gonna diary it up today.

So.
Let me tell you some things.
Friday. I basically stayed up all night and have no recollection of anything else.
I then got dressed at 8:30 and then it took me about half an hour to walk a mile across campus to get to my advisor's office.
He works out of a dilapidated house because they haven't finished adding his office to the Communications office.
His name is Dr. Stewart. He's dank as fuck. He majored in Journalism and then took his ass to law school which he didn't like so he ended up teaching journalism.
....
I also am a journalism major who will be going to Law School and not liking it. So...mentor?
He also fully encouraged me to look into periodical design and told me to get an internship this summer.
Our meeting went well and my predicted schedule is this:

Monday

Medieval Art

9-11:50AM

Mass Media

6-7:20PM

Tuesday

Intro to Political Theory

9:30-10:50

Elementary Statistics

11-12:20

Biology Lecture

12:30-1:20

Wednesday

Media Writing and Editing II

6-8:20PM

Thursday:

Intro to Political Theory

9:30-10:50

Elementary Statistics

11-12:20

Biology Lecture

12:30-1:20

Biology Lab

3:00-4:50

Friday

NOTHING


16 hours total. Taking classes that I actually like. Good timing.

AFTER THAT, I went back to my dorm and passed out in bed. I woke up roughly four hours later to Sidra calling my cellphone and asking if I wanted to join her at Panera for lunch to which I agreed. So After a bowl of macaroni and half a turkey sandwich, I got back to campus. Went to Waits Hall, studied for about twenty minutes. Got bored went to look for Kim in the cafeteria. She ditched me to go watch Repo! The Genetic fucking Opera for the 20398034th time instead of working on our 6 page paper with me.I went back to my dorm at this point and took a two hour nap and a shower and then waited for her to call me.

Never happened. So I cried. Like a pansy. I cried. Yes. I have emotions. That I hate having. I have them. I ended up sitting with Meheret and Angela in the office for an hour and talking to Ashley until 1. By this time my head was pounding so I just sat down and rested. Consider this- I'm awake, but I'm too tired to do anything that involves thinking. So being the useless piece of failure that I am, I call Chris Waits. At 2:30. I was scared I woke him up but he just calmed me down and talked to me for an hour and helped me write my professor an email.He told me to go to bed around 3AM.

Instead I lay in my bed and stared at the celling until about 7:30 AM. Now I'm fucked. I have a Muslim Students Association event at 3PM-6PM and then Mela from 7-10PM. I have a 250 page book to be read by Monday with a 500 word essay due with it. I also requested an extension for the aforementioned 6page paper until Sunday night. And Sunday is the only day I can see Tiffini.

Anyways.

What I've decided is that people aren't worth my time unless they make time for me. I hate being forgotten about. I HATE IT.

And I need to get rid of all this stress. I need to fix optimus prime, I need to get my nails done, I need a massage, I need to sleep. I've been staying up all night and taking four hour naps once a day. I'm making it to all my classed and taking notes and studying but I can't get any writing done. I'm too fatigued.

Now that this novel is over. Let's get back to the regularly scheduled program.


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