I live in a sauna right now.
I am a fucking idiot fuck up. This is a fact.
I submitted four poems for publication on Sunday night. What did I do? I sent the Literary Journal I was sending it to the UNEDITED documents with the initial but CRAPPY poetry in them. God.
Today I turned in my 10 page essay and 10 page journal for 20th Century Fiction. I ate at Cheba Hut, did a little studying and then decided to get my poetry portfolio ready for my Creative Writing final tomorrow. This was when I discovered that I left 2 ENTIRE JOURNAL ENTRIES out of my journal for 20th Century Fiction.
Both of these instances are just lack of preparation on my part, and both involved frantic emails to the relevant parties begging for them to take pity on me. Anyway now I have to treck over to Eddy tomorrow to give my Professor my journals. I’m leaving them under his door whether he likes it or not.
In other news, I moved a lot of my shit to the house today. I have decided that my roommates are my kind of people because they are totally chill. Though apparently I will have to deal with a potentially homicidal passive aggressive roommate that also lives in the basement with me. I’m told not to worry, however, he keeps to himself.
