I survived my first week and all I got was Pinkeye.

Yup, that's right. Pinkeye. Now, first of all, who gets pinkeye over the age of 13?!?!?

I pray that this is the icing on the cake of unfortunate events that lead me to the end of my first week of law school.

1.) DOJ still hasn't paid me. Thank God I'm learning how to sue the Government. I'll get stuck in red tape and tons of papers, never be able to work the DOJ ever again, spend a ton of money on litigation and all because Human Resources is retarded. Plain and simple. RETARDED.

2.) My lenders have decided to move at a glacial place in disbursing my loans. After calling and checking every day, apparently the stress of everything that's gone on took its toll on Friday and I burst into tears at the financial aid office - babbling something about not being able to eat. Blah blah blah. Yes, I am totally judging myself.

3.) Dell Computer still hasn't even BEGUN to send my stupid laptop to me. And of course, I need it for my Legal Writing course since we have to buy E-Books now. Whatever happened to good old fashioned textbooks??? At least I got a free printer out of Dell. I still have half a mind to fly to whatever third world country they outsource their customer care providers from and seriously wringing his or her neck.

4.) I was switched in and out of sections on the first day. Of COURSE my schedule would be changed around last minute. Why WOULDN'T that happen? Forget that all the books I bought were already marked up. Forget that I did all the HW for the first day. And of course, after talking to the Dean of Student Affairs and going to all the wrong classes the first day, this switch was in error. Ahhh red tape, I swim in you.

5.) I have pinkeye. I mean, really? It's not enough that the aforementioned are still clouding up my mind. But I have to wake up with my eyes swollen shut. Nevermind that I have at least 50 pages of reading a night, how the hell am I supposed to put make up on? You act like I can leave the house without makeup. This is Orange County for the love of God. I'm lucky I even got into the bars here with my real boobs. (Which mind you are fantastic on the East Coast but less than average here in the OC.)


Seriously, where am I?