Not a great way to end the day.
My first stop was at GAP....the hiring representative was a JERK. So...that pretty much put me in a foul mood as I went around dropping off my applications. The most probable places that'll call me back are Ralph Polo, Aeropostale, and Charlotte Russe. Ugh. Whatever. I guess I'm feeling optimistic, especially about Polo, because the guy there was super nice. And Aero. totally gave me like a on-the-spot-quick-answer-before-we-surprise-fuck-you-in-the-ass interview type thing. She asked me like 3 questions.....easy to answer, because those were the questions on the application.....and I felt somewhere somehow in a past life I'd been asked those questions before. The manager at Bed Bath and Beyond was a bitch, too. She looked at me like I was from Mars when she saw that I was from Palmdale....I tried to explain to her I was moving to Ontario....but she was like..."well, I'll hold on to it, but I don't know" while rolling her eyes at me, like, seriously, like I could not see her rolling her eyes at me. UGGGGH. PEOPLE ARE SO STUPID.

Then I get home, with my tank blinking obnoxiously empty...........................
and I find a letter from UCLA......................

AND I AM ON FUCKING PROBATION. WTF, UCLA, WHY CAN'T YOU CUT THE BEEF YOU'RE CONSTANTLY HAVING WITH ME?!
I think it's because i got all C's last quarter. WTF. WWWWTTTFFFFFF.
So, I emailed a counselor to set up an appointment.......uuuuugh. I guess, since I'm already there with them, I'll ask about HOW THE HELL I LEAVE UCLA, because FUCK YOU UCLA, I HATE YOU.

And now I have a lab paper to write. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK. I hate this class so much right now.
But tomorrow I get to dissect a rat. I've been looking forward to this. I really have! But right now, my hate towards UCLA is brimming over and turning it nasty. RAWR! *overturns her desk*