Bitchrantin'

Dammit!!!!

I haven't talked to Remington in four days. I need to tell him this week's crappy schedule- namely, that Monday I have fittings for the fashion show again, and all the rest of the week I'm busy, plus other things that I'm sure I'll forget by the time I can tell him. I wait around all day long for him to get back from L.A. so I can tell him this stuff. He doesn't show before I leave for class. I wait all through school so I can go home and finally talk to him (I wanted to see if he could wait around while I'm modeling so I could get a ride back faster. Well, I could ask Sarah, but she wouldn't want to wait around the whole time, and at least Remington could talk to Melanie while I'm changing or whatever. Okay, yeah, I'm just being selfish, but I still want to see him, as soon as I can, y'know? Yes, I am compulsive, Melissa).

But naturally he's just left by the time I get home to go to (I checked the log) Silver Dragon with Bill. That could take hours...and how much do you want to bet that by the time he gets home, I have to leave tonight?

You know and I know that's what'll happen, Murphy's Law.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....

In other news...I somewhat got to sleep in this morning (why did I wake up at 8ish though anyway?), and the weather is great outside. Sundress weather in a couple of days =)

I got my homework done in ECS for not only this week, but the next two weeks. Yay!!!

I strongly suspect that I completely fucked up on the Milton paper for 46B, seeing as he had us underline our topic sentences. Which is when I realized that what I thought of as a topic at the time didn't sound like one too much. Fuck. Then he told us to circle all passive verbs (like I can ever figure out what that is if grammar check doesn't tell me) and "all forms of the verb to be." Which is where I went totally blank and completely forgot what the fuck conjugations of to be would be. I could come up with them in French... but who thinks of that in English?

Fuck.

Then on the quiz I couldn't say what Moloch was in favor of in PL. One q blown out of seven. Fuck fuck fuck.

Spent my break time scurrying around doing individual major stuff, and was feeling pretty confident until the ag counselor said that they rarely accept anyone's proposal, and they'll just make you major in one or the other or something. Fuck.

Though 46C was actually quite good today. I mean, not only were we doing Jane Eyre (MUCH better!), but she actually DISCUSSED what we'd read, not just background info of the writer. I felt like I was taking a biography class or something.

Then I came home and promptly got pissed that he leaves just before I arrive. And here we are again.

5:30 p.m. Waaaaah again.

Well, Remington just called me. He's going to some meeting tonight at seven (naturally). Who knows how long that'll go, but probably later than mine. Someone will call someone when someone gets out...I can already picture me getting in and calling him, and him not being there, and me sitting around for three hours or so. Plus all my friggin meetings. Plus all his (no, he won't be watching the show or the rehearsals either). I am soooooooooo annoyed, scheduling-wise. Feeling very whiny. I just feel sorry for Bill having to listen to his end of the phone conversation...

This week is going to suck.

Bitchrant #3: 8:30 p.m. I could have gone to that meeting with Remington, but nooo, I went to fashion design. Which took a grand total of NINE minutes. (I now have 3 outfits to wear) Now I have hours to wait around. Sigh. I am feeling cranky tonight...especially since I discovered that we have to go in at NINE a.m. on Picnic Day. Why?????? Now I won't get to see the parade like I wanted to. Waaaaaaaaah!

I also had to call Mom, and mentioned the boring-ass KON meeting tomorrow. All they ever talk about seems to be community service, I said...then she started nagging me to go do community service. Even if they had something I wanted to do, I really do NOT have the time. And she would not let up, kept bitching at me and calling me "honey." She always calls me sweetie or honey whenever she's nagging me...no wonder I HATE being called those names. And I was soooooo not in the mood to be bitched at.

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