Seriously. How can so many things so wrong in one week?

Firstly, I almost missed a quiz. And quiz oh so happen to be testing based on the text. Guess who has not bought it yet. SOME people owe me money, which I consider to be a valuable amount, and has not payed up. And thus, I can't pay some people the money I owe!

And now. The fucking Architectural team for the Play has decided to move out. Aka, quit. Aka, leave. Aka, fucking leave us in miserable cluelessness TWO WEEKS BEFORE THE BLOODY PLAY. It's not like we don't have one architectural team leaving last minute in the first place, and now, after finding ANOTHER architectural team, they decide to ffk us AGAIN. Fucking TCPJ students, useless!

I tell you, Ilinaz and her gang is giving a hell of a bad name for her and her gang, and yes I will not ask her for help again. Wait till the rest of the fucking clubs hear about this and noone will dare use the fucking architectural school again. Useless beings.

Being a fucking stage manager who's partner in crime doesn't seem to be doing much and the fucking leader is fucking sleeping till noon. It's all my job to find a fucking way to get over this mess. Being a fucking PR wannabe, I will bloody persevere in this bloody mess and fucking find a way. Why do people like to piss me off when I so happen to be PMSing??! Bloody hell you bloody freaks.

Labels: PMS, rant, theater