One of my professors this semester (whose class I’ve absolutely despised and who I think highly lacks in teaching skills) assigned the following as finals:
-A 2500 word final paper
-A presentation of said paper
-A final exam
-An additional 1000 word essay about what we thought about the class (in which I was brutally honest)
Who does that??
Daily face spam. At my parents’ house for dinner and to do my laundry. I wish my apartment had its own washer/dryer, I hate having to either pay or go somewhere else to do it! But it’s okay, I really do like seeing my family once a week anyhow. <3
I am so on top of it this semester. No more procrastination for me, no sirree.
Best roomies ever. <3
I got a bunch of canvasses and a Victoria’s Secret giftcard, a Michael’s giftcard, and some earmuffs! :D Presents with Yeagie tomorrow night.
FML right now.
I just had to be a huge asshole and cancel my upcoming tattoo appointment because I scheduled it months in advance when I didn’t have huge amounts of debt to account for. I figured that it would be mildly mature of me to instead of indulging myself in something very expensive that I technically don’t need, pay some bills with that money I might be able to scrounge up.
Also it looks like next year would be a great time for the boyfriend to go to school full time so that he can get an education and a good, well paying job like he wants, which brings up concerns such as: Where do we put all the shit we’ve acquired? Will his family give him shit for moving back in after one year on his own? Will we still be able to see each other as much when we move back into our families homes? Will I ever fucking learn to drive so that seeing each other is actually possible? And lastly/most importantly: Who the fuck gets the dog/Who’s family will allow the dog into their home? Looks like his uncle might be a great choice because he really needs company and recently had 2 dogs who were taken away from him by a psycho ex girlfriend, but it’s also a possibility that his g-parents may be convinced… Either way it really fucking sucks. I don’t not want to live with him. After living for a year together, it feels like we’re going to be miles away (which technically we will be, but only about 5). But it really does have a huge list of pros like saving money and the big one that is he will get to go to school full time. We haven’t talked to the parental units yet but I’m sure that both will be totally fine with us coming back home. Meh. Less independence.