The more I sit here and give myself ulcers over the 5 tests and 2 papers I have in the next 6 days, the more giddy I become with the prospect of my graduating a semester early with an underloaded fall semester senior year all while earning a double major.
After waking up 40 minutes late, directing a phone call to the wrong person and obviously calling someone the wrong name several times- I think it’s about time for me to go home and hide under a rock forever.
“I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it, and chair committees, and write thank you notes, and I can’t feel bad about that.”—Carrie Bradshaw (via adventuresinaustin)
Hunger Games vs. UNC Sweet 16 Basketball with Stilman White as their primary point guard.
Seriously though, it was really hard- but I chose Hunger Games ONLY because I had already bought the tickets- and if you squint a little, Peeta kind of looks like Stilman White, so I can pretend I’m watching the game. I’ll probably definitely be that girl in the back of the theater peeking at the score on my phone the whole time anyway.
I’ve never studied so hard for a midterm in my life. 6 days of intense notecard making/note revision/powerpoint slide revision to somehow absorb 70 years of US History. If I don’t make a 100 on this test, I’m going to cut my professor’s arms off and beat her with the bloody stumps. Come at me.
I also sacrificed studying for a French midterm tomorrow (of which, I know absolutely zero. Tenses AND pronouns, what the fuck?) to study for this garbage. Suck my dick, Reconstruction-WW2.
Earlier, I went to see a New York Times White House correspondent speak about all the cool stuff she gets to do. That was cool.
Now I have to write a news story about it, uncool.
I smashed a ton of video tapes for the museum I work at. It sounds a lot cooler and more fun than it actually was.
After I write aforementioned paper, I’ll be to studying for the 4th day in a row for this godforsaken history midterm. What the hell. I have so many note cards and so many more to go. It’s not like it’s bright, cheery stuff either- lots of people died in fires and chemical warfare was a thing and women stopped eating until they could vote. History is sad.
BUT later I’m ordering tixxx for the Hunger Games on Friday to celebrate my completion of my history and French midterms. Bullsheeit.
And then on Sunday, it’s Mad Men day.
I also got a free $30 for a survey I took last year that now pays me to take another survey every semester.
So, I guess aside from the two midterms this week isn’t so bad.
I just have to remember that in 26 SHORT DAYS I’ll be en route to Phoenix and then to Palm Springs for a drunken Coachella extravaganza that will out-fun and, lets be honest, out-cool any cruise or sloppy beach trip.
This means I have 25 days to get my legs some color as not to offend the west coasters.
Days like today make me want to transfer back to NC State, live in the sorority house, and slip n’ slide the sheeeit out of frat court. Don’t get me wrong, I lahhhve UNC and being a geed is cool sometimes, but dammit if I don’t miss norts and monograms and tailgates and being all “ZOMG SISTERS!!” sometimes.
Also, happy belated DG Founders Day. You can bet I wore some pink, blue, and anchors all while sporting my DG is Good laptop sticker. Just spreading the DG love to the friendly neighbors at the Hill.
How hard is it to get across that I don’t just dick around and stay forever hammered at school? That I work 7:30 to 2am monday-friday to get the grades I make and work 16 hours a week so I don’t have to ask my parents for money. That I didn’t transfer for a boy, but instead so I could move out of my parents house with a job lined up before I graduated. That Im not interested in a bogus unpaid internship that isn’t even an internship but a volunteer position for an organization that doesn’t even have a mission statement.
Just ranting since I don’t have a boyfriend to cry to this week.
Update: Boyfriend’s mom texted me to relay that he loves and misses me. I’m in an emotional typhoon with my dad and dick brother tryna keep my cool and failing. So that’s cool…
Update 2: And his mom just told me that his grandpa died.
As a result of using DIY manicures as a stress reliever, my nails have taken on a really nice yellow tint. Anyone know of a good base coat that won’t make the polish peel off the next day or make weird air bubbles?
how do you look at the delivery status for coachella tickets? Ive tried so many things and i guess im not doing it right.
I’m not exactly sure what you mean by delivery status, but got an email from UPS last week with a tracking number telling me that it had been sent and they came in the mail today. You have to sign for them, so keep that in mind when you get your email. There’s a number on the Coachella website to call if you don’t get a notification by mid-March. http://www.coachella.com/festival-passes/about-wristbands
Also, you should come off anon! I’m nice, promise.