I wish someone would kick me any time I try to do something nice.

[jennickels]

My husband has been hinting at getting him a Killer Burger (local Portland place) for weeks now. I was at Shari's studying, and Killer Burger is right down the street, so I figured I'd pick some up for dinner. The place was packed. I got everyone a burger to the tune of $65. That's out of my school money I was going to use to get a tablet. I spent almost an hour of my time waiting there. I picked up beer on the way home.

And then he's all mad because there was mayo on his burger. It fucking has peanut butter and pickles on it, but he's complaining about the mayo like a fucking three-year-old. For years he never even noticed mayo in the things I cooked, but now--almost 40 years old--and he acts like a baby. Every time he gets me something he gets my order wrong, and he tells me to just eat it and quit complaining like he did me some huge favor by ordering me something I didn't want. Now he's out there pouting, and I feel like shit. 45 minutes of my life I could have spent working on my paper just to be nice to everyone.

Should have just gotten something for myself.

Of course then I would have had to listen to everyone bitching about how it's not fair that they didn't get anything.

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[jennickels.livejournal.com]

They are so delicious. They're only $8.95 each and come with all sorts of toppings, and every single one comes with bacon (even the kids meals) and fries. I just have to buy seven of them so it gets expensive. It's about the same as going to a sit-down restaurant. Nora complained that I didn't get her a regular burger because a kid burger doesn't fill her up any more.

Honestly, they're worth it.

School is stressing me out. I have a 10 page paper due tomorrow night that I really haven't started yet. I wrote a half-ass intro yesterday. I haven't even done all the research. I mean, I've only known about this assignment for six weeks, so of course I leave it until the last weekend. I also have an essay quiz to do for my other class.

Then next week I have revise my final paper for my anthropology class and make an idiotic power point for my lit paper. And then I'm pretty much done. Week 8 is busy work, final discussions, and such.

May 5th is the official last day of classes. Graduation is the 9th (although I'm not going). I should get my diploma in June. I just need to get through the next week.