Today is a disgrace

My head hurts, my wifi sucks, I failed my first cognitive science midterm and now I have to change my entire academic plan, I haven't done any reading, I can't find my semantics assignment, I have a crush on someone in each of my classes, I'm randomly in pain and I don't know why, there's a horde of hideously noisy people outside my door, and I'm contemplating te ramifications of death on campus. In short, everything is horrible.

Okay, so to be fair, I didn't exactly fail my midterm, I got a C (which is actually kind of like a B, because no one got higher than a 91). But to me, that's failing, especially when I was going to minor in it. So. Now I have to drop the idea of a cogsci minor, which sucks, because I was super excited about it. And now that I think of it, since I didn't do well here, I probably won't do well in any other computing type classes. I might as well just be an anthropology major for how useless I am. I'm like the Aarron Burr of life- everything I do is wrong.

OH MY GOSH SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP. Why does Sadie have the worst laugh ever? Why are freshmen so loud? Why am I so mean right now? I don't know, but I can't deal with this amount of hideousness right now. Also, typing on this keyboard is a nightmare. Either my thumbs are abnormally spatulated and huge, or the developers of this app severely underestimated the necessary sensitivity of the keys, because every other word I type looks like the brand name of a pharmaceutical drug. I hate to say it, but I might do better with an Android.

You know, I have never heard a donkey bray, but I feel certain that if I did, I would recognize it immediately, thanks to my exposure to the phonological niceties of Sadie's laugh. Similarly, if I were to open up a goat farm, the neighing would not be a new sound to me, for I have heard Sarah's strident commentary on life for many a day, and that is all I need to prepare my ears for the farmer's raucous life. I'm actually despairing right now. They are SO LOUD, and I think the number of people is increasing every minute. I hear about five separate voices out there right now, but that's bound to change as soon as the rest of Westwood gets the word that there's a rager going on in the 8th floor of my residence hall. I must say, it does seem like this is a night to remember (or maybe not remember, depending on the substances imbibed). History is being made right here, right outside my door. Perhaps a new fraternity will be formed tonight. They could call themselves Skid Ro, since if they stay there any longer, I'm going to expect some cheap rental housing to go up. I'm going to cry. Why are people so inconsiderate? There's a perfectly good lounge right down the hallway, and if that's full, there are twenty other places to go that AREN'T HERE. Please go away, please. I'm in a bad enough mood already. 

Sucks how sad and anxious I can for the littlest reason. Or, well, this reason doesn't seem little to me. But in the grand scheme of things, it really is. So. How can it be that three vibrant and beautiful people can be killed in Chapel Hill, and vacuous, ineffective, mean spirited me is still alive and well? It's not fair. Not that I really want to be dead (not really), but it's horrible to think about the inequity here. I think I'm trivializing this tragedy by making it about me, so I'm going to stop. Anyway, I'm in pain all over, from my head to my, well, head, and everything sucks, so I'm going to play Trivia Crack until I fall asleep. Which probably won't happen, because of my oh-so-fun insomniac tendencies. But what else can I do? Okay, goodnight.

UGH

Happy February! I should be studying for my midterm tomorrow, but I feel so completely irritated that I can't do it. Also, it's for Ling 1, and that's none too hard. Although if I get anything less than an A, I'll feel shame forever (I'm not being persnickety, or maybe I am, but it's with good reason, because this class is so entry-level that it's not even a requirement for ling majors). I just can't bring myself to study! Like, there's something so daunting about reviewing what a morpheme is for the five hundredth time. I don't want to do it. AND OH MY HECK I CAN'T WITH SADIE. She's sitting over in her chair literally grunting about every ten seconds, like what on earth is that for? And when she's not doing that, she's making other inhuman noises. I guess I should be glad that she finally finished eating the most noisome pistachio nuts in the world, but it's a little hard to see the joy in life at this juncture. Also, I want to go to bed, but then she'll feel obligated to turn the lights off, and I feel weird about sleeping when she's awake, because her judgement is palpable. But if I don't, I'll have trouble waking up tomorrow (even more than usual, I mean). Also, my ear hurts. And my elbow. And I feel totally fat today. And my enrollment appointment is probably going to be at a bad time, so all the spots for the programming class I need (first of the series) will be taken. And why won't they put up the listings for Semantics 2 and Syntax 2 already? Usually, I like planning schedules, it's kind of a way to destress, but right now it's making me even more irritated. You know what, I'm tired, and I can't take any more bodily noises, so I'm going to bed, and Sadie can judge her heart out. At least then I can have my GPA to comfort me.