bitterdiva

Waking with Phish

This morning, I woke up at 5:55 am, with Heavy Things running through my mind. It's a poignant occurrence considering taht I feel like things are falling down on me. From poll I've taken at work, it's been one of those hellacious weeks - and Friday is still remaining to be played out.

My life has consisted of work, class, work, sleep. I feel like I haven't had a chance to breath and when I get a free moment, I fall asleep from the continuous go-go-go. My hand currently consists of six websites and a database. I'm struggling to get things done, and when I feel like I've taken a positive step forward to come up from the seabed for air, the administration tacks on another anchor.

Visual Basic is kicking my ass, and it's only the second week. I never felt this horrible in C++ at RPI, so why should this class make me feel like an ignoramus? Last night was nearly the straw that broke the camel's back, or I should say, had my crying in the bathroom and in the car on the why home. The professor decided that he wanted to see how our skills were progressing and called each of us up to the front of the class to display our knowledge. I called it time to humiliate you in front of class, the guy to the left merely called it a waste of an hour. I didn't know anything he asked me. I knew a shit ton of other things, but not where in the code is the executable statement, the inference statement, and something else which I think I blocked out of my mind.

I came home to get my meatwad on to relieve me of my troubles, I was out cold an hour later. My room is a mess, I need some organization, and I continually think that people just want way too much from me. I need some peace and quiet and a good time.

06:32 AM