You guys. I’m done with the pediatric clinic for the semester. It wasn’t all bad. In fact, I really enjoyed my clients. One of my clients’ mom asked me to consider working on my clients home therapy team. So that’s cool. And it pays really well. So, sweet. I got my assignments for next semester and I think I have the pediatric clinic AGAIN. Which is 100% not fair because the only reason I couldn’t have voice again is because I needed a varied experience. This isn’t varied and it’s not varied in a way I don’t want. But I did get a placement in the fluency clinic. So that’s good.
Nothing* fills me with more rage. My sisters do this every time they are here. It was a brand new tube. I was so excited too because my sisters made such a mess of my last tube and lost the cap so the first like half inch was always dried out and hard (Gross). Buncha turds.* several things fill me with significantly greater amounts of rage. This is merely for effect.
I have this gigantic term project due tomorrow and, of course, I didn’t even start it until yesterday (but, really, when else was I suppose to tackle that?! Shut up, mom.) and it is killing me. Killing me. The assignment is a full page of instruction. If you read that full page it actually doesn’t say anything. I love this grad program. I really do and it’s stupid luck that I even found it, however, I am so, so disappointed with the classes. My professors are not great, the classes are poorly constructed, and it’s obviously not the emphasis of the program. Only 20% of the time I spend in school is spent in class, but it’s the only graded part of the program. So, it’s the only thing that could get me kicked out of the program. But it’s just so awful.
Really, I’m ready to drink and watch Home Alone and Home Alone 2: Lost in New York, and I’m really cranky this bitch-ass project is keeping me from doing so.
I’ve really only accomplished two things today.
1. Changed the lightbulbs in my room. (It’s so bright in here. It’s like I’m on the sun/in a hospital. I love it.)
2. I took all the black and blue pens out of my pencil cup and put them in my desk until I need to do something adult like. This means that my ball point pencil cup is only brightly colored pens. It’s a real thing of a beauty. (I have one for ball points and one for marker tips and one for sharpies and one for colored pencils. You’d probably guess I’m, like, an architect or artist, but I’m not. I just like office supplies).
So I’ve been doing school work since, like, 2pm. As per usual, I turned on USA to have whatever marathon they’ve filled their Saturday with (SVU and then Modern Family) to provide background noise/break entertainment, Anyway, they keep playing ads for psych: The Musical and I am just giddy (GIDDY) with anticipation. I can go about 3 months without becoming desperate for a new episode and I am a sucker for anything set to music (except Carrie Underwood as Maria- just can’t get on board.) and it’s TWO HOURS. It’s basically a movie (except with probably 75 minutes of commercials. Whatever). So excited.
Also- I can not do this assignment. I actually might get kicked out of the program because of it. But I’m NOT thinking about that.
God damn me. I unmade my bed to wash my sheets and I still haven’t made it. It’s all just piled up in the center of my bed.
I fell asleep at 9. I woke up at 4 ready to party. Also because I had to pee. But I can’t sleep now. (I gave myself a long time to try before I looked at my phone). I did have a dream I swam with hippos and sea turtles and no harm came to be. So that’s good. Also, I’m getting myself wonton soup for lunch. It is decided.
I’ve been in bed with the lights out (tv on) since 8:00. I don’t even care. So freaking tired and Ihave so much work to do.
I’ve accidentally left my lunchbox in the fridge at school since Tuesday. I’m afraid to get it because I left the innards of a turkey pastrami sandwich in it. (Don’t worry, it was lousy turkey pastrami.) It smelled horrible on Tuesday.