I don't think things through

I think I just ruined my schedule for the fall. I thought to myself "While I like Impressionism, I don't want to drive it into the ground like I did the Renaissance; therefore, I should look to expand my horizons."

What I didn't think was "Do not trust wolverine access to tell you when a class is closed because sometimes it says it is open but it is only the lecture and there is a fucking sixteen person waitlist to get into the actual class."

Fuck.

Otherwise, life is good.

At the moment? FUCK.

It doesn't help that my parents just write off my intense stress as nothing. This is very important to me. It might not be that important in the big scheme of things but DAMN IT.

On another note: I really like Shadow of the Torturer, I'm working a fair amount this week, I'm very busy, I am dropping Florence papers off tommorow, I need to meet with a financial aid person tommorow because I got a boatload of notices on my finaid board and I don't know what they mean, I am buying a new planner tommorow, and I'm going to H&M. I really love my family. I really enjoy the company of a certain Jendavis.

My eyes hurt. My brain hurts. Time for bed yo.