History exam taken- Check.
Math test finished- Check.
Speech written and presented- Check.
Research paper completed- Check.
Amen!
For all of my professors who decided to get together and make all that is ridiculous due within the same 24 hours of each other, then inquired the help from the weather gods just to make sure all that is ridiculous was due on a rainy, cold, freaking windy day in which I began at 2 in the morning, YOU SUCK.
In case you didn't get the incredibly obvious insinuations, I'm mad. School's dumb, and the weather decided to take a nasty turn. Wait, hold on. It never actually turned. No- let me rephrase; The weather still sucks, and I spent all night clutching my bed for dear life so as not to be blown away by the monsoon hitting my apartment building. In the name of all that is weather, please please please take some freaking Midol and be nice! Sheesh.
All done.
Thanks.
Ahem.
Alright, I'm not getting off that easily. I needed/wanted(?) to whine, and if it didn't happen on the blog, it would happen to the people at work or my unsuspecting husband over dinner tonight. I need to keep my job, and I'd like to keep my husband, so please bear with me, or quit reading my blog if you hate whiners.
The good news is the worst is over, and tomorrow's going to be an easy day. It's possible that the weather will clear up, and in less than a month, I will be out of school! Hallelujah, life is good! Right? Right.
6 comments:
Whine- my dogs ate my computer mouse and the cord to the vacuum cleaner. They ruin everything it feels like some days!
I hope your weather improves immediately! But if it doesn't, go to a movie! Hide in the theater for 2 hours and get lost in a story!
I remember professors always seemed to do that: schedule every major test and presentation to be due in the same week. Power trips, me thinks. We will soon be reunited!
And I'd like to point out that once again, Aubyn and I posted simultaneously. Boom.
Dear Miss Whine,
Please have some nice weather in 13 days. That will be the day we arrive. I don't want any rain on my plane, because it will make me insane. It is pouring here and will turn into snow. I refuse to listen to the weather man anymore.
HA! Janelle we are amazing. Laurie, are you sure you didn't send me out for adoption? I like your rhyme about rain on a plane. Drink some champagne on the plane, in case of rain. Abstain from cocaine, it freaks up your brain!
To Aubyn,
Shhh. Someone may guess my secret, about the daughter I gave up for adoption. It was you. I will take you back now. ha ha
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