I get the feeling that the next six days are going to make me want to wish I got stuck in the 8th grade however many years ago, forever. Back when there were no responsibilities and my biggest worry was trying to convince my parents to let me go to a late movie. This coming week it'll be painfully obvious that I'm no longer a child. With four exams back to back and my rent due this week, I feel like adulthood is ready to tear me apart. And so, hell week begins. And I'm off to a great start. To my dismay, I was woken up at 7:20 this morning. It was a co-worker. I was supposed to be at work at 7. And now I'm behind the desk with and empty stomach, a broken laptop, and a crap-ton of studying to do.
You know those times when something goes wrong, but it sucks enough to make you want to complain about EVERYTHING that isn't right in your life? Like even those little trivial things that don't really make that much of a difference? Yeah, I feel like that right now. So I'm going to stop writting before this becomes a "FML. I hate my life Blog". Be back in a few hours when I don't feel like I want to kill someone.
xoxo
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