merry

Ugh, I feel like the worst person ever... my dad just called unexpectedly to say that the dentist called them to say that I need to reschedule my appointment... anyway, he asked if I'd heard anything from my uni about graduating, and I made up some excuse about an administrative snafu that fucked up my transcript so there was a course missing... the professor is away for the summer so I can't get in touch with her until at least August to fix it... blah blah blah... a big elabourage lie. Anyway, I don't think he bought it. And now I feel so horrible about lying to him instead of just telling him that I'm wildly depressed and have serious procrastination issues so I can't finish the bunch of old assignments which are the real cause of my non-graduation. I miss being 15 when I could lie like a bastard to my parents and not feel the least bit guilty about it... fucking emtional maturity!

Plus the new roommate is already being a bitch and she just moved in this morning. She apparently needs an entire cupboard for her food, which would leave me and my bf with half a cupboard to keep all of our food in. Apparently using the shelves in the pantry/recycling closet isn't good enough for her. She also needs an entire shelf in the fridge all to herself to keep all her non-fat salad dressing on.

I hate everything.

I'm going drinking.

PS: Please confess some horrible thing you did so I won't feel so bad about lying to my dad about not graduating uni. Email it if necessary.