It tastes bitter...

I'm tired. I set my alarm for an unearthly hour this morning only to realize, once I woke up, that I didn't have to be awake for another 2 hours. Boo on that. And no, I couldn't get back to sleep. Figures.

Today I have one morning class, a 6 hour break, and then my night class. This was the class that was canceled last week, so hopefully my prof is feeling better and we can get this show on the road. What I really want to know is what kind of assignments I have and how the heck I'm going to fit them into my schedule. (By the way 1 assignment down, 21 to go for the class that is trying to end my life prematurely.)

I feel completely overwhelmed, and the second week has barely started. Whenever I think about school, my stomach twists it knots and I start to sweat. I have never felt this much anxiety about school before. And this doesn't even come close to the hardest course load I've had. I guess it all comes down to my state of mind. I usually start a semester with an open mind, and no worries. This semester I felt the walls caving in before I even set foot on the property.

By the way, couples that hold each others hands every second, and don't even let go when paying for something, make me want to vomit. And for the ones making out in front of me in the lineup: It's really great you're all in love and stuff but it won't kill you to take your tongues out of each others throats for 2 seconds while in public. It honestly won't.

Bitter? Me? Neeeeever.