Ever so much stress. How exciting!

My life is rapidly spinning out of control.

I placed into Spanish-352 and foolishly decided not to take it as a pass/fail. I'm now paying for that mistake. I used to be able to speak it well, after two years of high school Spanish, tutoring Hispanic children, and obsessively listening to Spanish music, but since my time in Berlin, my Spanish comes out German, and it confuses no one more than me - with the exception of my professor, who is really not fond of me. In addition to not participating often because, you know, I'm clueless, I've already slept through a class (Monday before last) and forgotten the homework due today, which I did during the class discussion. She handed it back with a note in Spanish that I can't actually read, but I'm pretty sure it says "Don't ever do homework during the discussion. Whore."

Justice is going about as well. I forgot to turn in a sheet of biographical information, due on September 12 (three classes ago). Yesterday I found out that he's docking us five points per class it's late... I won't hassle you with the math, but the bottom line is that the highest grade I can now make in his class, assuming I get a 100% on everything he assigns, is a 93. And I'm not going to get 100% on everything he assigns.

I'm seriously behind in US Foreign Policy. I have no idea how I did on my Macro paper, which might have been the worst pile of crap I've ever turned in, ever. The only class I'm not worried about is Theories of Democracy, and with my luck lately, I'll get a reason to worry today.

I have interviewed for several babysitting positions, but nothing's definite yet, and I'm afraid it's all going to fall through. I have a position at the NARC that's pretty much guaranteed, but it doesn't start until October 3 and doesn't pay enough to be a good source of income.

Finally, the food on campus is making me sick every time I eat it. My health problems aren't quite as bad as last year, probably because I'm now vegan, but they're still not fun. I feel sluggish and crappy all the time. Unfortunately, going out for dinner costs money, and groceries are expensive. More importantly, dinner is usually the only time my friends and I get together because we're all busy, and if I don't go to dinner with them I'll never see them. So I get to choose... should I suffer socially or physically?

Every time I get a chance to relax, I can't enjoy it because I know I'm blowing off something I should be working on, which hasn't stopped me from using The OC as a form of enlightened escapism... don't worry, I'm paying for it now. Oh, am I paying for it. I'm behind in all my classes and all I want to do is lie in bed or get off campus.

Oh. And I can't write at all. The last time I wrote anything significant on Guardian, I was in Berlin.

And Blogger ate this entry the first time I tried to update, and retyping it has not put me in a better mood. (Edit: Oh wait... it didn't eat my entry... it just didn't show up, so I retyped this for nothing. :D)

I am in need of something. I am not sure what that something is, but a long nap is starting to look like a candidate.

I think I'm fasting tomorrow - it's the only thing that helps my mood, to say nothing of my health.

Edit: I have officially removed comments because I can't stand these idiots who post.