clioandeu

I hate people.
Especially stoners.
Especially when you have to rely on six of them for 20% of your grade.
Especially when they are the flakes you felt bad for thinking they were when you first met them based on thier manner of dress.
Especially when it's the night before the presentation and only the non-stoner has turned in their work to be made into an outline.
Especially when another person called this morning to ask what the topic was again (who claimed he was in the hospital as an excuse for not doing anything sooner, but I know he was not).
Especially when there is a 10-page term paper to be working on that is also due tomorrow.
Especially when I have no idea if I'm going to be the only one to show up for a 15-minute presentation, when I have a tendency to have panic attacks before and after public speaking.
Especially the day after my mother has threatened not to show up for my graduation ceremony I've worked five years to get to because *gasp!* I invited my grandmother who offended her EIGHT YEARS AGO.
Especially when my dad then made a comment about it being the "Indian" (Native American) in her and once again demonstrated his subtle bigotry.
Especially when I am wasting my time ranting instead of doing the work that needs to be done.

Shit.





Just wait until I make my trip to Uganda and don't tell them I plan on living there. Forever and ever. . . That will be a fun email to send out. Fuckers.