rantyrantrant
I freakin hate when people waste my time. Right now, time=most precious commodity around here. I got done with my exam super early, and instead of staying on campus to study, I think, I'll go home, because I want to see Lena, and it's 12:30. So Whitney texts me around 12 asking me when I'll be home, and I tell her around 1 after my bus comes, and she says, okay, we're hurrying and eating lunch. And I think, okay, they're eating lunch at home.

Doesn't bother to tell me that they're out to lunch.

Or, that they're not going to be home until 2.

Which it is now.

And while I enjoy being at home by myself, it's not what I really had planned, because I don't focus that well at home, and I don't effing want to be here, and I need to go grocery shopping later, and I had time to do it now, but I didn't because I thought Whitney was going to be home with Lena soon.

I wasted...an hour.

Which isn't that much in the grand scheme of things, but right now, ruining my day. I know, I shouldn't let it, but it is. I'm done with my exam today, I'm crabby, and I want to play with my baby. Is that too much to ask?