The not happy thread

My* dog, Link, is missing. Everyone is upset. It sucks. The stupid thing needs to come back here.


*I use the term "my" loosely. I didn't want the dog. The dog isn't really mine. It lives in my house. That is all.

 

The fact that there is snow on the ground and I'm trapped at home under parental supervision 99.99% of the time with no chance for a cigarette makes me very unsettled.

 

I just spent the last four/five hours studying for/taking a super hard test, and now I have a long paper to write and eight current events articles to find/write about before tomorrow. And I'm on here . . . why? (headdesk)

 

My two sisters have decided to stop talking to me because I am a social drinker. They gave up a brother just because I go out with friends and have a drink or two every other weekend. I know it sounds petty on my part, mostly since I told them I would not quit drinking. It's not because I have an urge to drink, it's because I don't want somebody else, no matter who they are, telling me how to live my life. Does it end here with the drinking or will they be picking out what clothes I wear and what church I go to? I'm not angry or upset about it, but I'm not very happy right now.

 

Five hours of interviews; four hours of editting; three hours of writing; two hours of cutting, pasting, and placing; and one poster, one video, one analysis later, and one massive all-day migraine later:

I have decided that I sincerely, irrevocably hate sociology.

 

Wow, Irish, that's harsh. As long as you don't drink around them, I don't see how it should matter either way. I drink with people who enjoy my intoxicated presence, and have never been judged for it.

Besides, you're Irish! Hehe.

On the other hand, for a while, my mother wouldn't talk to me if I took sleeping pills. She hates pills of any kind. To her mind, lethargic and slow is my natural state, whereas energetic, happy and productive (AKA rested) is clearly a drug high.

 

I'm unhappy because I got blatently avoid by my crush at a dance. After finally being able to ask her to dance, she said yes and then managed to avoid me for the rest of the dance.

From what (little) I know, this is either good or bad. Right now though, I'm pessimistic.

"When a battle is lost, I see the dead soldiers."

 

The Steelers four game lossing streak.From Superbowl to probably not even making the finals this year. Disgusting.

 

Sorry Speedy, I know what it's like to have your perennial contender fall apart in a year. As a Raiders fan, I can't say I'm unhappy about today's game, but it probably will feel worse come April.

 

My class was cancelled again and the presentation is due next week. Bugger it. How can we work from literally TWO classes on just TWO of the short stories? It's limmiting.

Also, the girl i'm working with is a real b!tch. She seems to think she's something special, and despite seeming to know all of f*ck all about anything, she will still mock everything I say and sit there like Mrs.Allen dictating the work to me.

She irritated me that much last week that I think i'm going to tell her that I actually want to atleast have a chance of getting a good grade, and so I'm gonna work on my own.

 

There is a kid running around the University Library screaming. He's 5 years old for christ's sake! It's really irritating.

 

That drives me crazy. Little kids running around screaming anywhere that kids aren't supposed to be running around screaming drives me crazy.

 

I've been having lots of dreams these last few nights...which are cool...but I wake up feeling like I haven't slept. I'm just...tired all the time.

 

Are you F***ing kidding me! I've been increasing the quality of my essays to about tenfold during the course of the semester and you still give the same f***ing grade. I'm left completely on edge for every essay and test and quiz the entire semester, and I've become a much better student. But you still give me the same god damn C- every f***ing time I do something for the class...except on the tiny quizzes. This is ridiculous. Now I have to panic about the final, which is ridiculously hard, and hope to god I can get a god damn C+ in order to bring me up that little percentage. Thanks, Professor, for being a b****.

Sorry for the language, I hate Mondays.

 

Try getting another professor to verify the grade.

 

I might. This professor is notoriously difficult, but this is kind of ridiculous. I clearly deserve a bad grade in the beginning, but not now.

 

Agree's with Xeno.

It's a path students are allowed to take, and if it's stressing you and you think something is up, go for it!

 

In the UK (I don't know if this is also the setup where you live) everything that is submitted and marked is also moderated by a higher power. I have had my grade changed by a moderator in the past.

 

Another one bites the dust. One of our elderly members who was death immanent is now death actual. And the son wants to do the funeral on Friday. Nothing like throwing together a funeral in such a short amount time with a substitute pastor. My work week just went from plenty of time for clean-up and catch-up projects to funeral stress mode. I knew there was a reason I dreamed of calling in sick.

 

There is no moderator at my college, but there are people I can take it to. We'll see what happens. It's the fact that I have to go through the hassle because of this idiot, at a very inconvenient time mind you, that really bothers me.

 

Have you talked directly to the teacher? i know some prof's just give people the same grade over and over and think they must be happy with it (sometimes they don't even bother to read the papers depending on if you're in a huge class). same thing happened to my mom back in the day; she went to the prof and defended her progress and prof took her up to a B.

 

I didn't want to talk to her while I was all mad. I might go do that tomorrow.

 

Flamingo, I would definitely try talking to the prof, and if that doesn't do any good, I would escalate it. I had professors like that, too, it's incredibly frustrating. I hope you get things worked out!

 

I know I just posted one this morning...but new stuff...I have once again somehow been put in charge of planning my mother's b-day. I wish my dad wasn't so clueless. I have 5 family b-days this weekend, plus I am teching 4 performances at the Opera House. I might go insane. Three of the b-days are on Saturday when I have 2 shows and haven't heard any plans from any of the b-day people. Why did everyone have to squeeze out babies this close to Christmas?

 

Can you have one big combined party? It sounds like your family puts a lot more energy into birthdays than mine...we just have cake and open presents.