So I may have screwed things up…again.
It's continually amazing to me how I manage to fall so easily back into old patterns, allowing my life to fuck up royally and for me to be a waste of space, yet again.
Ok, so I'm dramatizing. Leo: comes with the territory.
I'm in two courses at the community college in my town. They are both online, but I could not afford the software for them (Adobe Creative Suite 2 Premium and Macromedia Studio 8 – try over 300 bucks each, at student discount—they're a thousand each regularly). Ergo, I must go to campus everyday to work on my assignments.
So I go to campus everyday except yesterday, when I vegged out all day (stupid, I know). I get my Dreamweaver week 1 assignment in, no problem. I've been working on my Illustrator assignment, but I've never used anything like Illustrator before—it's completely new ground for me. Dreamweaver is easy—it's coding webpages, which I know, without the coding. What a breeze! Illustrator? The devil in software form. At least until I get to know the program a little better.
I've been working on this one assignment all week, and was going to finish it today. Like everyday, I get a late start—noon, which is earlier than the rest of this week—and immediately start doing what I've prioritized as the more urgent things. Namely, cleaning the house so mom doesn't freak when she comes home tonight (and she's still not home so I could've put that off) and walking the dog so he doesn't piss himself. Then I get diesel for my car, before it dies of thirst, return a few library books because I cannot afford late fees on top of everything else, and go to school.
It's 5:30 by this point.
I've forgotten that the office at school closes at 4:30 on Fridays, and stays closed all weekend.
My assignment is due on the 25th. Sunday.
Bloody Sunday.
Not even a week into my second foray into college and I've already fucked things up.
I'm not stressing about getting it done—I've explained things to my instructor, and I'm pretty sure she'll email me back saying yes, I can give you an extension. After all, it is the first week and it was as simple error in judgement, right?
However, I'm upset with myself, because once again I've done the same old JanaThing: procrastinate, don't get it done, and scramble to make deadlines, miss said deadlines, beg for extensions, and then probably miss those too.
*bangs head against nearby cement wall*
But hey. At least I got an hour of painting the kitchen in.
Now if only my internet would work better.
*EDIT* Followed my boyfriend's advice and what do ya know--internet is fixed. CHA-CHING.
