I've been subsisting on oreos and milk for pretty much the last three days. Too bust for real food- I have to run for psych of personality in 5 minutes, and hour and a half of sheer monotone boredom. On my hourlong lunchbreak, I have to complete a music of the western world paper on the early mass in which my professor decided to ask the same question fifteen times, and yes, she expects you to answer it fifteen times.
Then three more hour and a half classes ending at 6pm. On my dinner break, I have to waste 15-20 minutes checking out a resident who has put off calling me until today, and absolutely cannot wait until tomorrow. Apparently, her time is more valuable than mine.
7pm- rehearsal. We're doing two scenes, and thankfully, the second scene is the only one in the whole frikkin' play that I am not in. I should be done at 9, then I have 50 pgs of lines to memorize.
Plus, last night at 2 am, one of the fratson the first floor were screamig and being obnoxious. When I wnet down to tell them to knock it off because they were annoying my residents, the president of the frat gently took me aside to tell met that his boys don't like me. They think I look for trouble. I'm sorry, but if saying "get in a room and take your beer with you so I don't have to write you up" is looking for trouble, you're a moron. The ringleader? One Mr. Mike Pitsikoulis- emotionally challenged, ticking timb-bomb extraordinaire. What the fuck ever.
So. I'm grumpy. I need to find time to breate, and mornings are always the worst.
Then three more hour and a half classes ending at 6pm. On my dinner break, I have to waste 15-20 minutes checking out a resident who has put off calling me until today, and absolutely cannot wait until tomorrow. Apparently, her time is more valuable than mine.
7pm- rehearsal. We're doing two scenes, and thankfully, the second scene is the only one in the whole frikkin' play that I am not in. I should be done at 9, then I have 50 pgs of lines to memorize.
Plus, last night at 2 am, one of the fratson the first floor were screamig and being obnoxious. When I wnet down to tell them to knock it off because they were annoying my residents, the president of the frat gently took me aside to tell met that his boys don't like me. They think I look for trouble. I'm sorry, but if saying "get in a room and take your beer with you so I don't have to write you up" is looking for trouble, you're a moron. The ringleader? One Mr. Mike Pitsikoulis- emotionally challenged, ticking timb-bomb extraordinaire. What the fuck ever.
So. I'm grumpy. I need to find time to breate, and mornings are always the worst.
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