UUUUGGGHHHH!

So, I went through my first ever nervous break down last night and today. Not fun. But I'm making it through it. The only thing keeping me going is knowing that when I go home, I will be stress free! I plan on having a cup of hot cocoa with Elisabeth and watching the Olympics.
Okay, so here's what lead to the all out breakdown. I am a procrastinator. Big shock for those of you who really know me isn't it? Well, I had an assignment due in one class today, a test in another, and a paper in a third. And when did I start all this? Last night. Well, I did the assignment last night. Still leaving the paper and studying for the test for today. I actually do my best work under extreme stress and pressure with tight deadlines (I've know about the paper since the first day of class. I make it so the deadline is tight so I can have the pressure-weird isn't it?).
I didn't completely finish the assignment. There were 5 questions (essay-ish) and my answer to number 5 was that I had a lot to do and sorry that it didn't make it to the top of my priority list. I didn't want to leave it blank. My prof would have thought I was just stupid. Instead, I was overwhelmed and told him so. What's a few points here and there in the grade? I'll get over it. Wait, I already did.
The test is over. It was geology. Don't we all love rocks? Oh and lava, we talk about lava a lot and all the ways in which a volcano eruption can kill you. (I don' think the prof gets out much). I passed it and that's all I cared about today. I'll be happy with a D-, but think I did a little better than that.
The paper topic was stupid . I had to trace my family to when we came to America. Well, on my mom's side, her mother passed away before I was born and her dad has Alzheimers. So, can't get any history there. On to my dad's side. We have a website for his family tree and it dates back to when we first came to this glorious country. 1630. Obviously, none of those early settlers are alive and this prof wants life experiences of oppression and discrimination. Yeah, ummm, sorry, but my family didn't seem to care enough about their history to pass it down to the next generation. So, all I had was this website - http://www.duskcamp.itgo.com/Gay.htm I had to somehow figure out what was going on in England back then to find out why we came here and what kinds of cultural stuff we brought with us. STUPID. Probably because the answer is none. Let's not forget I somehow had to incorporate articles on who knows what that I had to find where ever I could into all this. It was the most horrid paper I've ever tried to write. And I did it all (including finding the articles and getting stuff from them) in less than three hours. I know I'm not going to do well on it (partly because I'm a page and a half short and partly because I think proof reading is over rated, and mostly because I didn't like the assignment and just didn't put much into it) but I'm over it already and I haven't even turned it in.
The breakdown was bad though because I really didn't think I could find enough material and be able to use articles (which I didn't really do all that well). I think I've finally learned that waiting until the last possible minute may not always be the best thing. Well, at least I learned a "valuable lesson" from my mental breakdown.
PS> I'm in the psychology computer lab and have seen about 1/3 of my class that the paper is for in here writing, finishing, and like me, starting their paper! At least I'm not the only one!
Until next time when I'm stressing about another paper I put off! Have fun. Oh, and stay tuned because coming soon are my pet peeves. Maybe I'll be like Delilah and have a day of the week where I address something. Okay, so the plan is Pet Peeve Tuesday. A different one each week until I run out (HA! Like that can happen!)