again, apologies to the few followers I have. that needed to happen. and now off i go, probably to enroll in gender studies with the feminists. fun times.
i apologize to the few followers I have but i need to rant about something and i need to do it now because i hold a lot of anger and if i dont find some way to get it out i swear to god i might explode. my academic advisor is a worthless sack of shit that couldn’t do her job if it came to her in coloring-book form and if she screws me over one more time i am going to have a strongly worded complaint to the university as a whole because no one deserves to work in an academic environment if they lack the mental capacity to lift a GODDAMNED ADVISING HOLD ON MY ENROLLMENT ACCOUNT when I emailed them THREE GODDAMNED TIMES. I dont understand what happened. was she dropped on her head? was her mother extremely inattentive to her daughter’s mental deficiencies? or maybe this bitch has it out for me because i complain about her out loud in the design building? SERVES YOU RIGHT, WHORE. I dont get to take the class I want and actually NEED for my degree because you’re a fucking moron. and THEN, after you clearly fucked up in your own fault, you didn’t even have the decency to admit it or hey, help me fix it. “oh sorry i forgot” ISNT GOOD ENOUGH THIS IS MY GODDAMNED FUTURE ON THE LINE YOU USELESS HOEBAG WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU???????? you could only have been more useless and offensive if you straight up told me “That’s your problem.” FUCK YOU, YOU SACK OF SHIT! if i have to take gender studies with the feminists I will come to your office and paint dicks on your desk. WHOOPS BITCH I FORGOT THIS WAS YOUR DESK. YOUR PROBLEM NOW, WHORE. HOW DO YOU HAVE A JOB. QUIT NOW AND DO US ALL A FAVOR.
Supernatural is brought to you in part by:
winter at college means the switch from “oh its dinner time I better get dressed and maybe look cute at the dining hall” to “where is my sweatshirt and my coat and all my scarves, how many layers can I fit on my body?”