First there's the American election. I keep telling myself it's not that bad because I'm not American but it is. The thought of that man running the most powerful country in the world for the next four years really scares me.
Then of course there's the 11 states that voted to ban gay marriage. I swing between anger and sadness over this one. Anger because how dare these people deny couples in love the right to get married? How dare they say that a couples love is somehow less valid than anothers? And sadness because, well, it's sad. It's sad that there are so many people out there that are so hateful and intolerant of anything that's different.
On Thursday I had to give a presentation on Popes John XII and Leo VIII but the guy who went before me covered everything I had to say. Normally this would probably be a good thing but this was the FIRST week I was actually confident with what I had. The first week I was sat there thinking "yes, this is right. I can do this" rather than "oh crap, I've written a load of rubbish, I want to run away."
Yesterday I was in the library for hours looking up information for my Religious Studies essay. I wrote about 5 or 6 sides of A4 when making notes but I really didn't take it in. I don't really understand how I'm supposed to turn it into an essay and I'm certain I won't get anywhere near the word count.
I also know that my next History essay is due in soon afterwards so I'm not going to be able to rest in between them. And there's still the weekly presentations and Latin that take up time I should probably be devoting to essay writing.
I'm still avoiding my housemate like the plague. And the idiot has managed to set off the smoke alarm twice in five days. Good job, idiot.
Today I talked to Jeni for a few hours, that was wonderful but now she's gone and I probably won't get to talk to her again for a week and it feels like the light has gone away and I'm left in darkness without her. I really feel like I'm going to cry.
Oh, and according to a recent review on fanfiction.net my story sux. Great, I'm being criticised by people who can't even spell.