My terrible Tuesday

Seriously, today has been one of the worst days ever. I'm trying so hard to look forward to Friday, cause then I'll be going Latin Dancing, and I love it. I'm looking forward to tomorrow, cause it's Swing dancing. I'm learning a lot, and loving this place, but so dang frustrated that my dreams are not reality. I want David. It's like a mantra inside my head. Nothing else is getting room for thought, and it bugs me that it's that way. I miss him, and I can't even talk to him. When I started this semester, I was worried because I was doing badly cause David and I had had a fight. Now I'm doing badly cause I think we've had another one except we haven't. I miss him like crazy and I want him just as much. He was supposed to call me twice today. Did he call either time? NO :( Yeah, there's my rant about David.

Then I'm frustrated for my friend Ryan. Poor guy, he had his Facebook hacked, and the person hacking it did a lot of bullcrap. He changed Ryan's picture to a reeeeeeeeeeeeally offensive pornographic picture. Way wrong. I was so upset for Ryan, and worried when I didn't know what was going on. Poor guy.

Then I'm upset about my poem. I like it but I hate it. I want to write so much, it's all teaming up inside my head, but nothing is making sense. All these images, for all these different things, and so far I can't straighten it out. Heck, I just wrote this, and I want to write about the teaming images. My mind is a crazy slate that I can't figure out.

On top of all of that, I have a psychology exam coming up, and I want to do well, and I want to study, but I don't know where to start! Everything seems so overwhelming. My toilet overflowed, my budget won't add up, and everything is just a mess :( Tomorrow is clean-check day, so I have to be sure my bed is made nicely, or it won't pass inspection. I have to be to Psychology early, and I really hope things are okay with that. My Book of Mormon class is awesome but I don't know where to start with the next poem for that. I'm trying so hard, and I don't ever feel like I'm trying hard enough.

I see my roommate Nancy every day, studying, doing homework until there isn't time left in the day, and I just have to feel bad that I'm not doing more. I'm working, hard, really I am, but I don't know how I will handle this and working next semester. I have to do better. I must. It's like another separate but equally insistent mantra in my head. I keep thinking things will work out, and everything will make sense, but it hasn't hit me yet. I wish I had a freaking clue.