**This journal entry is rated R for excessive language**
(I got a mouth on me like a fucking sailor.)
I'm in a bad fucking mood, for no especially good reason, and I'm trying to Photoshop a pic so that my profile pic matches my mood a little better, but fucking Photoshop keeps crashing on me. Not fucking helping! Grrr. Whatever. This'll do.
I can't wait until school is over. Really, I can't. Thisclose to fucking shoving a pencil in my eye
or beating myself to death with my own keyboard. My favorite thing about today is professors who don't feel like doing their fucking jobs. Today is Advising Day at school, which means profs are supposed to be accessible. I wanted one of my teachers to look over a paper that I wrote that's due next Thursday. She told me she isn't going to be in until next Wednesday, and if I want to come in, I need to bring 4-5 specific questions to ask. Apparently it's below her to spend 5 minutes reading my paper and telling me if I did it right (her instructions for the paper were really vague). I guess I'm mistaken, but I was under the impression that looking over papers was part of her fucking job. She is such a fucking crack whore. What a stupid bitch. I offered to e-mail my paper to her, but of course that was out of the question. She requires everybody to have an e-mail address, or she'll drop you from the class, but we're not allowed to e-mail her. If I would have known she was teaching this class, I would have never taken it. Same as when I had her last semester, a different teacher was slated to teach the course, and at the last minute, when it's too late to find a new teacher, this bitch slips in to teach. Ugh, I can't stand her. She's ruined two classes for me that I really looked forward to. Just listening to her makes me feel dumber. Last semester I brought a newspaper or book to most of her classes, and tried my best to drown her out. The book for the class was really good, so I just read that. On the first test, I got the highest score in the class, by 6 points. I told you listening to her makes you stupid. Fuck fuck fuck. I need a fucking job so I don't spend so much time at home, wallowing.
I think I'm done ranting now. Fuck shit ass bitch. Okay, now.
(I got a mouth on me like a fucking sailor.)
I'm in a bad fucking mood, for no especially good reason, and I'm trying to Photoshop a pic so that my profile pic matches my mood a little better, but fucking Photoshop keeps crashing on me. Not fucking helping! Grrr. Whatever. This'll do.
I can't wait until school is over. Really, I can't. Thisclose to fucking shoving a pencil in my eye
I think I'm done ranting now. Fuck shit ass bitch. Okay, now.
cookiemonster:
My fucking shitty sympathy goes out to you and I'm really fucking sorry you've had such a shitty crap-ass mother fucking day god damnit. :]
pseudo_ghost:
excuse me while I go wash my eyes, such a potty mouth its kinda sexy.