This really sucks. I can either drop, get at “W” on my transcript, ruin my GPA, and piss my dad off that I’m only taking three classes–or I can stay in the class and take a D or an F. Fuck. And I’d have to pay for the class again if I want to audit it. Fuck. I’m going to die. I should e-mail the teacher. But I can’t. I can’t talk to people. Hm. I’m going to fail in every endeavour I undertake. I am shit. Hey, it won’t be too bad. I’ll just lie to my dad and say I got a B. He’s too dumb to figure out the truth anyway, and he can’t get access to my grades without my permission anyway. I should just resign myself to my fate. I really like that class! I wish so bad that I didn’t start two weeks late. I’m going to see if Molly is in her office.

Read until 1AM, woke up at eight to my dad accosting me to get out of bed. He’d said the night before that he was leaving around nine thirty, so the night before I’d set my alarm for eight thirty. He comes back at 8:25, telling me to get out of bed and that it’s 8:30. It was NOT 8:30. I hate him so much. And THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE NEXT DOOR THAT KEEPS SHOOTING HIS GUN OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER ALL FUCKING DAY LONG was doing it again this morning. I HATE THAT INCONSIDERATE IMBECILE NEXT DOOR. I HATE HIM SO MUCH. So now I’m in the Drift office, it’s ten in the morning, and Molly hasn’t e-mailed me back. I want to read more of Valley of the Dolls, but I am too tired. I’m going to take a nap until twelve, Mr. Mize’s office hours start then. Gotta take care of buisiness. Gotta drop the class. I am very disappointed in that “B or B-” I got for my midterm grade in Photography. That depressed me so badly. I put so much time and energy into that–and that’s all I get? A fucking B-? And she didn’t even tell me how she wanted me to improve, she just said that I printed things badly. Badly? Holy fuck. The untold blasphemies of other people that I’ve seen in the developing tray–shittily cropped images done without even a test strip–what the fuck? I get a B-? Fuck. If those other insipid fucks in my class (especially that inept Amy) got similar grades–one word: KILL. Off to nap.