Several things:

A) The funding for my father's job in California fell through. So I'm still stuck in this landlocked dust farm until further notice.

B) LOL HI FALL CLASSES I GUESS I SHOULD REGISTER FOR YOU NOW HUH? It's only the second-to-last week of the semester and stuff.

I'm going to go get a degree in astrophysics, build a time machine, go back to high school and kick the shit out of my younger self for not studying more for the SATs, because I'm trapped in English 101 and I can't submit a portfolio to get out of 102 until I complete that course. I would not be so miffed if this wasn't due to my own blistering stupidity. Maybe I'll get good proofreading tips.

C) 'scuse me, but I'm pretty sure that both of my public speaking courses' credits transferred. LET ME INTO FOUNDATIONS OF ACTING NOW PLZ.

D) I'M GOIN' BACK TO LONG ISLAND THIS SUMMER. PARTY TIME

Okay, back to my paper on the applications of osteology in archaeology. Just as soon as I get rid of this headache.

Well, this is sobering.

I rode there for a couple of years and the bulk of my marketable skills as a stable hand were obtained through that program. Seeing it go under and the horses shipped away was a bad start to my Saturday. I hope the fat little barrel racer I learned on found the good home he deserves. Barring that, I hope he was at least euthanized instead of being sent to a slaughterhouse on a double decker.

Fuck, man. If this ain't a kick in the pants.

Tomorrow I have a map test, a midterm, and then I get to rescue my car from the parking garage and go face down I-25 so I can pick my dad up from the hospital, take him home, and then run back to campus at six so I can get to music theory on time. The past few days have been taking their toll on me; I'm stressed, miserable, snappish, I have been crying at the drop of a hat, and my nerves are shot to hell.

This is an accurate depiction of my mood at the moment:



THIS IS THE WORST WEEK EVER, AND IT'S ONLY TUESDAY.

oh and sup extreme emotional issues left over from high school I see you have decided to stop by again

I've been mired in emotional indifference for the past few days, and I'm not liking it. I wasn't even excited for waffles this morning. Why hello, crushing guilt, how are we doing today?

This week's totally going to be the week from hell. I have to pick up my keys to the lit mag office, bagels to mail out, a paper due, a midterm, a bake sale to attend, two books to read, submissions to go over for the lit mag, and I have to start my online anthropology project. This is over the course of three days. I'm sure I'll be able to handle it; I'm just not that enthusiastic about the idea.

BOY DO I LOVE ACADEMIA. How fun is it going to be if I decide to go for my Master's? Dur hur.

I plan on going home for fall break and faceplanting into my bed for three days.