I was having a WONDERFUL day off; watching Netflix, watching some more Netflix and eating nothing but unhealthy food! I went to therapy, took care of some problems, then went to my chiropractor to get adjusted before coming home and once again did nothing.
Around six, I was on IMVU, talking to Mason. We hadn't talked the entire day! I don't know what was going on. I guess Mason had a lot of stuff to do (GTA...) When we were talking on IMVU, it was nice! We were spending quality time together! That's what I was needing!
... Until I realized I had an essay to write...
I flipped. I couldn't BELIEVE I had forgotten this essay that I needed to bring in tomorrow! I told Mason I would talk to him later, I rushed into the office, laptop in hand, logged onto my college website and began reading through the assignments...
... Until I realized I had an essay that was due YESTERDAY...
I flipped even HARDER!!!! I couldn't BELIEVE I missed an essay! I thought I turned that son of a bitch IN already! Nope... I guess not... So, instead of working on the desired essay, I worked on an essay that was due YESTERDAY.
I was extremely stressed out. My anxiety was out of this world. I was hyperventilating, I couldn't think straight... I was a hot mess.
Then I began bawling.
I couldn't take it. My stress and anxiety level was too high to control. I sobbed for a good twenty minutes. Afterwards, I worked on my late essay.
Finishing it within an hour, I submitted it. I was apologizing to the teacher left and right. I wanted her to know that I'm still a great student and wouldn't slack on anything she assigned.
... Though I am probably the worst procrastinator anybody has ever met.
Yet I do care about my grades! Procrastination is only a bad habit! You can break it! Simple! ... Right?
Anyway, I went back through the assignments list to find the essay that's due tomorrow. I clicked on it and...
... no content...
Not a single instruction was uploaded.
I panicked.
At first, I had no idea what to do! Give up? Ask the teacher for assistance and pray she replies back tonight? Ask a friend?
I asked a friend first.
She hasn't replied since.
So, I decided to email the teacher. I knew she wouldn't respond until the morning, but at least she knows why I can't complete the assignment.
After that, I sighed... I sighed a sigh of relief...
However, there's another problem...
My dad spotted ants...
Without hesitation, he starts spraying Fog stuff. That stuff in which you're supposed to use and then exit out of the house? The stuff that can kill you or harm you if you breathe it in?
My dad used it... Just... out of nowhere started spraying it everywhere in the front half of the house.
I guess he thought it was "no big deal."
Umm... Earth to dad, do you read ANYTHING?!
I wouldn't go to bed until reading the label and seeing if there were any hazardous side-effects.
Oh, there are.
If you inhale it, it'll be harmful. If it seeps into your skin, it'll be harmful. It's harmful for pets, too. So, if I don't write a post tomorrow, I died in my sleep. Just a heads up...
I'm mostly afraid for my animals. I don't want them walking around on that crap! What if it seeps through their paws and they become deathly sick? What then? Will my dad care? He claimed he wasn't using much of the substance.
... He sprayed it at least fifty time...
... He says it isn't harmful unless the house becomes foggy...
The common sense of a nowadays adult.
Another cruddy thing happened when I was telling my awful evening to Mason over Skype. You know what he did? ... Fell asleep. He's still sleeping... He hasn't noticed yet that I hung up on his ass.
Mother of goodness, bring me a better day tomorrow, please? Thanks.
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| Cassowary, Australia |
A cassowary peers through foliage in northeast Queensland, Australia. Females like this one can weigh 160 pounds. No one knows what the casque on her head is for, but it could be a sexual ornament.
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