Lauren and I pretty much just went through out kitchen inventory.
Between the two of us we have 12 boxes of pasta (perhaps more if I snipe the four boxes in my dad’s pantry), a large jar of almond butter, peanut butter, cereal, oat meal, cream of wheat, six salad dressing seasoning mixes, apple cider vinegar, quinoa, granola.
So, basically I am living off pasta until we’re no longer poor and we can buy actual food. Woo. Pasta on pasta on pasta on pasta. I’m going hate life after two weeks of pasta. Swear to fuck.
Tomorrow I have my first exam. Stats. Pretty much if I don’t get at least a 75 on the final I will have to give up on life because there is literally nothing easier than correlation and regression and it will be really pathetic.
Then Tuesday I have my Disorders final, which is actually scary because it’s cumulative.
And I’m opting in to take my Personality final three days early so I don’t have to deal with it later. Open note, not a problem. Unless I’m dumb as fuck.
Thursday I gatta take my Conditioning final, which also should be relatively easy because it’s a one credit class, so if it’s actually really hard I give up on life.
Then Friday I just got to deal with Motivation, which I loath because the class was fucking stupid and I hated it.
And then that’s it. I get to just wait until my dad is ready to bring me to Cape Cod so I can start summer.
Lahd, I just with I never took Motivation because it’s fucking dumb.