Not ape shit. Bat shit.
This is the day of "let's not tell Heather anything, and let's make her life a living hell, and let's be as confusing as possible, and all while she's trying to do filing and answer the 2,055,242,535 phone calls from all the people on the earth that refuse to go to voicemail."
Plus got a test score back from my Crisis Intervention teacher...76. Seventy-fucking-six. I studied for that damn thing, and I get a 76. Oh, and I took the safe way out on an essay. Hello, it's flying by the seat of our pants role-playing. What the fuck ever. At least I got a 23 out of 30 on that, but still. The rest of the test was hell, and that's considering last night I took a mid-term on 7 chapters in Criminal Law, and I aced that. How can I ace a test with 7 chapters and get a 76 on one with 3 chapters?
And I swear to god, I'm going to scream shortly if people don't leave me alone around here.