I slept riiiiight through Spanish. Oh, fucknuggets.
Am seriously considering just letting myself fail all courses, flunking out, being dropped by parents, and starving in the streets. Yay, streets.
Oh, yes. The advisor who helped me admitted she didn't know much about the program I'm on. Since she kept insisting the class list we'd been given was NOT to be our course selection Bible but rather more of a guideline and then backing off on that claim, I was thoroughly confused. No one bothered to really explain this to me when I entered the program, my mom and I had to call up the school and harass them before they sent us any information - by which time most deadlines on said info were up.
Advisor lady also tells me that Algebra, which is the first class I've had that bores me literally to tears* since third grade, will be my only elective. The most worthless college course I could have taken short of Advanced Welding 101 (and that is debatable), and it is my only elective because by the time I got the info on testing out of it, it was too late. This annoys me, as I will not get to take a class I am remotely interested in. Also have no English course next semester. Oh, joy. Oh, rapture.
*Or, perhaps, it's just that I have begun to cry at the drop of a hat, for no discernable reason. If it's PMS, it's a hell of a lot worse than it's ever been in my life, and it's a week and a half early. But I've just started crying something like eight times in the past three days. Me. I despise crying and I have always done my best to avoid it at all costs. In school I have to either stare at the ceiling, run to the bathroom, or rest my head so my eyes are on my sleeve and let it absorb the tears while I pretend to be asleep. I am hating this beyond all reason.
I ought to go back to sleep so my sleeping schedule returns to some semblance of normalcy, but then I won't see Kevin again for the third day in a row. "See" meaning talk to him online. I want to go back in time and strangle Emily for every whined "I MISS MY MIKEY-BEAR" I ever had to sit through when she'd been away from Michael for all of an hour. Rrgh.