WOW.
i was literally clenching my fists into my purple sweater as i walked out of my first class this morning. i'm going to use this space to rant about my day. apparently, that's what a lot of bloggers out there do anyway: they rant.
my day today actually begins from yesterday. i spent all of yesterday in the day-time working on my homework and school assignments that were due today, and was planning to use the night to work on a side project, freelance work that i had committed to finishing by thursday night (tonight). i succeeded in this plan up until about 4 in the morning, when i felt my body cramping in weird areas and my neck beginning to hurt, face beginning to swell, and body just sooo tired from staring at a computer screen all day long. so i took a nap, unintentionally, and woke up at 5:30am.
i woke up, and then tried to finish up the freelance writing, but decided that it was too much to handle. so i asked for a day extension (which they granted so graciously, thankfully!!!!!). i really hated myself for asking for that extension though, because it would be my first assignment, and i'm already not living it up. but then again- i am a full-time student......
i had to leave for an event that i was invited to, held at the washington state convention and trade center that began at 7:30am. i was in a rush to get there before 7:30 to network with people and meet new people, but i was running a bit late, and the whole ride i was eyeing the orange ball of light on my dashboard indicating that i was out of gas, or running on fumes, or had 25 miles left. whichever. i decided to think the latter.
i finally got to the center after taking a few wrong turns, paid $6 effing dollars for parking (when last year, i volunteered and got it validated) and realized that they were running a bit late. it was bittersweet because i was relieved that i wasn't late to my table, but kind of sad because i was so rushed... i could've put in the gas back at home...
afterwards, i went to school. paid another $6 for parking. but i checked my email before parking to see if there was the chance that my last professor, my last class of the day, would cancel. no email- so i just paid and went to 1 of 3 of my classes for the day. ... OR SO I THOUGHT.
got to my first class, checked my email about an hour into class, only to read that my last professor of the day is "sick" and CANCELLED CLASS. my heart DROPPED for a few reasons:
1. i spent a good 2 or 3 hours on the homework.
2. i could've spent that time working on my freelance writing
3. if i did the freelance instead, then i might not have felt the need to ask for an extension
4. i paid extra for parking
5. it just pissed me off the heezy for some reason!
6. and i could have also read for my OTHER class, which i didn't get to fully prepare for. well, i guess i'm behind in that class anyways... but still.
so now, here i am. ready to go to my next class, but feeling really confused... because although i'm pissed at my sick professor...
1. it's sunny outside.
2. i can make it to an earlier yoga class
and that's about it.
i still have a bunch of reading to do, and this first freelance writing/research assignment to work on for the rest of the night...
man. all i want is a cold beer. i want to down it, burp really, really loud, and then wash my face and tie my hair back and calm my self, body and soul with an hour and a half of hot yoga.
cheers.
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