When will this week end?
So, I'm tired as fuck from this week, and it's only Tuesday. All the stress is killing me. Thought we were gonna do our scene today, but then we didn't. Our teacher can't fucking count. Despite that, for the past few weeks, we've only been able to get to one or two groups each day, he still decided to add us as the third group for today. Guess what fucking happened? We didn't go. All my nervousness and gut-wrenching anxiety was for nothing.
Motherfucker.
But, on the bright side, my speech on Monday went marvelously well. I mean, it was beautiful. The class liked it, and I only really messed up a couple of times. I'm so happy. I made my class want to hear about Victor Hugo, who really is a remarkable person.
Thursday is gonna be such a bitch, though. My Japanese midterm and the scene are both due that day. And the Japanese midterm is a fifteen minute verbal test. I'm so gonna vomit at some point that day.
Then, on Friday, is my history exam. I can only pray I won't fuck up, cause I so have not been paying attention in that class, even though I take notes.
The only good thing I can think of to look forward to this week is the release of How to Train Your Dragon and Sukoshicon.
Motherfucker.
But, on the bright side, my speech on Monday went marvelously well. I mean, it was beautiful. The class liked it, and I only really messed up a couple of times. I'm so happy. I made my class want to hear about Victor Hugo, who really is a remarkable person.
Thursday is gonna be such a bitch, though. My Japanese midterm and the scene are both due that day. And the Japanese midterm is a fifteen minute verbal test. I'm so gonna vomit at some point that day.
Then, on Friday, is my history exam. I can only pray I won't fuck up, cause I so have not been paying attention in that class, even though I take notes.
The only good thing I can think of to look forward to this week is the release of How to Train Your Dragon and Sukoshicon.