Okay, so Science is physically killing me. I'm so stressed and I can't actually do anything about it. Until The stupid thing comes.

This imagine is basically my project teasing me to get it done but I can't. 

until June 6th my life is gonna be hell.

After that..... well it's pratically summer and then my life probably still will be hell.

                                                             {Basically this gif has nothing to do with it. But whatever.}

Then Foods.

I like food. I like the class. I like eating food.

We were making crepes. Pretty simple. But I'm not good at cooking. And my group consisted of a guy who had to leave half way through and the other guy. Get's on my nerves and is not good at following directions or not doing something to piss off the teacher.

Recipe for a nightmare. Pun intended,

Basically he told me what we were making was going to be terrible.

1. It's crepes

2. That's rude

3. I want to slap you

I wanted to go home and cry my head off.

                                                 Arthur Dayne and I don't have time for this shit.