Worst. Week. Ever. No kidding here. I'm not going to go into all the sorted details, because I'd like to repress then ASAP. Suffice it to say that on Monday night, the shit hit the fan. Thanks to my sociopathic roommate (ex-roomate as of Friday), I spent all week in hotels, going to meetings with ResLife, and my mother had to come down and threaten legal action aganist the university. I'm transferring out of here the minute that the semster is over. I plan to spit on the ground of Tampa as my final goodbye, and never come back. If anyone reading this has ever considered going to the University of Tampa, please spare yourself the pain, don't go here, it's like a bad high school drama that there is no escape from.
Since the details of the week out of hell, have been consuming my week, I don't really have anything to write about. I mean really the high point of my week was going to breakfast at Denny's. It was a good breakfast.
My exams start on Teusday. Luckly as I only have three classes, I only have three exams, and they're all on different days. Not that this will keep me from going into full on panioc mode, complete with constant hunger, on Monday. I don't know why I eat when I'm nervous or stressed. Well besides the whole using food as a security blanket thing, but I think that may very well be genetic. But it's like I've suddenly got a tapeworm, I'm hungry all the time, and eating most of time. Oh yippie, with exams and the holiday season convering (or ganging up to beat on me, depends on your perspective) I'm going to wake up on my birthday and my first thought will not be anything along the lines of, "I'm 19, yippie!" or "Nooo!!!!!! I'm 19 *sobbing", no it shall be "Oh my Gawd, I can't see my feet. Hopefully that would be follwed by my kicking the cat off of my stomach so I could see past his big butt to my feet, but maybe not. And really more recently it's been, "I'm almost 19, noooooo!!!!!! Why do you hate me God?!?!" So at least I'm starting with the getting freaked out by ageing thing early. Wow, that paragraph really drifted. Hee, well that's all for tonight. |
