F*@%ING BAD DAY!

Still completely sleep deprived and overburdened with more work than one girl can handle, I also played exterminator to Haste #101 today. Freakin' ants infested our kitchen last night and I spent a whole hour hosing down the ants and then mopping off ant carcass. Needless to say, I ended up being late to class due to apt. emergency. *sigh* Was late half an hour to Rhetoric 122. Professor Jackson told me that she'd have to count my tardy as an absence. What?! My attendance grade is now a whole letter grade lower and considering that it's worth 25% of my final grade, this is NOT a good thing... hence a very pissed off Jamie. Damn Upper-div-small-lecture-no discussion classes!!!!!!!! I'm barely struggling to keep afloat in the class. I don't need to have attendance bringing my grade down! Sat through class still fuming about the damn ants and the crapload of responsibilites that are tied with living on your own in apartments. A little help would be nice sometimes...

But what woke me up from my sleep this morning was a very important phone call missed, and a stubbed toe while trying to answer the phone. It seriously sucks being bound to the phone. It seems that every phone call that I get recently has been business related. Today, the events coordinator from Bubba Gump's called me. (Exciting stuff... we will wine and dine all the presidents at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co!) Unfortunately, we have a stupid phone in the bedroom that rings but you can't use it cuz there's no dial-tone. Zairel has unplugged it cuz it's just bothersome to have it ring and not be able to use it. But this also means that I can't hear when the phone rings. By the time I was fully conscious enough to hear the living room phone, Bubba Gump's man had already hung up. Normally, missed phone call, no big deal. However, this dude only carries around a pager. Who in the 21st century still has a pager?! I've been waiting for this guy to call me all week, only to miss him by a big-toe of a second. (Damn toe had to kick the coffee table!!!!!) And so the wait continues for him to call...

My only shed of light is that I'm finally back home, in LA. That and the fact that I got tomato juice on the flight home, complemented with Mama Ghet's famous white chocolate and cranberry cookies. (They're to die for, honestly.) Home... I can escape from the madness that is school for at least a couple of days. Although, when you really think about it, it's not escape. I still have about a gazillion phone calls to make for the presidents' conference first thing tomorrow morning. (My parents were really proud of me for hosting something of this grandeur. Haven't really heard them say that they were proud of me in quite a long time.) Let me tell you... it's the worst thing trying to take care of all your business via cell phone. Being someone who has issues with trusting other people to do my tasks, I NEED to see what's being done, and if it's done CORRECTLY. I feel like I'm just blind right now... it's an uneasy feeling for me to trust other people to do things. Wanna hear what's really sick? (Haha, "sick" as in bad, not "sick" is in good. Strange Nor Cal people!) I had to set up a conference call with an editor from New York Times. A conference call?! What am I? 40?!?!?! (Oh wait... I'm 19 going on 41. Gabs is 40.) It's way too trippy. Sometimes, I think my brain forgets that I'm also a student and I DO need to schedule in some school time. Cuz a conference call usually suggests businesswoman... and I'm not ready to be on the cover of Forbes quite yet. Either way, on top of the conference, I still have my Rhetoric 122 midterm on Tuesday. The focus on the test: EVERYTHING. Professor Jackson basically said, "Review all the plays we've read and all the chapters we went over in the textbook." Uhhh... is there anything that WON'T be covered on the test?! Wednesday, 15-page Soc paper is due. Thursday is the Poli Sci midterm. Geez... instead of enjoying myself this weekend, it's more like a study session at home. At least I'll get a decent meal and I won't have to worry about ants....