Kiwi Crocus (cranky__crocus) wrote,
Kiwi Crocus

Bad Monday

I snoozed twice today and rolled out of bed. Was in a really bad mood. When I went to get my breakfast the girl next to me didn't move her tray over when I went to put nutella on my toast. But I didn't just ask, so I'm stupid and left my tray half off the edge. And shocker it fell. Spilled milk everywhere, Annie came out and tisk tisked what is thissed. I felt so bad. I put my tray up and again the girl didn't move her tray over even as I was starting over, even though she looked over at me. Finally I just asked her and she looked ditzy yet affronted at the same time. I knew my luck was not with me.

I walked to chemistry and sat with Jo chatting. We had the first part of lecture with little problem, although we couldn't name the organic molecules as fast as the electric questions required. I got mine all right though. We went for workshop and there was a strange man. None of us really understood what was going on. I'll stumble my way through. Then we were all stuck out of the classroom for a while and a lot of people skived off.

Although I did utter the quote, "I wish knowledge spread like STI's, then I'd be really smart!" and realized what that said about me so I couldn't help but laugh. Had meant more 'wish knowledge spread as uncontrollably' but 'course it SHOULD be taken sexually, given the way I said it. Then Jo and I discussed the pros and cons of having a sexual favor positive affirmation system for studying. We laughed.

Second half of lecture was alright but the class wouldn't shut up. More questions. She stopped at a good point and we left.

Convinced Lora and others to come with us to check for our Chilterns' Assessment, so it was me, Jo, Spork, and Lora. It. Wasn't. There. We spoke with the lady in charge twice. She pointed me toward Simon Mortimer. I went up and spoke with him, he said he had passed them to the office already and they were probably under(wo)manned. That he would sort if out and send an email. I was really angry/sad/disappointed/fearful. We walked back.

I went to my room, finished setting up the quote blog, set up my washing, put it in the wash downstairs. Walked to New Agriculture consumed with fear to check again for the paper since I had had lunch and some more time and it was approaching four.

My paper wasn't there again. I checked three times. Simon himself came by and saw me, could tell I was a bit panic-stricken. He assured me he would track down my paper. I'm seriously considering sending a "gehhh moar time plz?" email because I know I could have started searching for information, but what I would pick out really depends on what I'm writing about, and that depends on what objectives I pick, and that was the whole point of getting the other one back first - to make sure we were doing it right and writing about the right stuff. So it's really annoying to not have it until Tuesday when the next one is due Friday!

I came back listening to angry music, kicked my door open, forgot things twice in a row when going downstairs and went down a total of 4 times to get my drying, came back up and changed into proper pants rather than boxers. Felt more comfortable. Put away laundry, cleaned up and prepared for work, procrastinated some, added Amy Speace on Facebook, sang and paced, felt nervous, etc.

Finally got down to some chemistry but too late. So today has not been a good work day. It's not fair that I had a churning stomach all stomach just to not get my assessment back the day I was supposed to. So I'm going to have another nervous night. This is the first paper I get back! Shakes fist.

I'm going to get off the computer now and read in bed because keeping myself up working when I'm tired isn't going to make it any better that I procrastinated today. My notes will just be typed badly and I won't understand them as well as I would if I did it when I was awake. I'll just have to make sure I'm good tomorrow after Plant.

Sigh on today. I also can't find my access card. Dratsdrats, donkey dong, doom!
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