Today sucked SOOOO much. I had an incredibly shitty day. I went to work after I last blogged, and attacked my work with zeal. I had Subway for lunch, which was yummy. Just when I thought my day was going to be great, Susan came to me with these maps (this was around 3 p.m.) that I was supposed to create an illustration from. And I hadn’t even finished my normal work. I started on it around four, and let’s just say that it’s impossible to create such an illustration in a mere three hours. All the other times I’d done these illustrations I’d worked from like nine in the morning until five or six at night. I just can’t do it with school now. Well, I could…but I wouldn’t get any of my other work done (which I had greviously neglected during the time I was making those other maps).
So it was around seven when I realized that I wasn’t going to have time to read the play, let alone finish the map or get to class. So I went to talk to Mike and he guilted me into putting what I had done into a final version (a task of about thirty minutes). I was VERY PISSED. I’M STILL VERY PISSED. I got to class and was too embarassed about coming so late (forty minutes) to go to class. I just want to cry. I failed at making the illustration, I failed at going to class. I’m a failure at work and I’m a failure at school and I just want to die.
Well, on the lighter side, Naiya is here. She’s ranting about this dream she had about pentagrams or something, and she’s afraid of some shiny metaphysical creature. I’m too tired, hungry and angry to ponder it or to care. Amanda and her are going to have some sort of conjuring thing to see what it is. I couldn’t care less. I don’t think it’s a good idea to play around with forces that you don’t know anything about.
I’m just complaining and complaining. I hate my life. I hate work. I hate myself. I wish I was dead. I think I’m going to have a talk with Mike tomorrow about the maps, telling him that I’m just way too busy during school to do them. I hope I have the balls to talk to him, because I just can’t swing school and like seven hours of work. It just doesn’t work. I just want to cry.
Naiya likes my pentagram necklace. Amanda is going to try to get her stepdad to give Naiya a ride home. If he won’t do it, I’ll probably end up giving her a ride. It’s nice to have a car. I remember being stranded places.