Ergh *so dead*

I am so in trouble. 2000 word essay due on the 18th. A super impossible essay question to answer in just 2000 words. People write WHOLE books on this topic. And the silly lecturer wants me to do it in 2000 words. Lemme show you part of the question.

"Present day psychology is characterized by some psychologists as a rich and varied science in pursuit of a common goal..........At the more extreme end it is seen as 'fractured', by lack of agreement on fundamental philosophical questions (such as epistomology, ontology), with some promoting the strengths of emulating the sciences, and others who feel 'desperate by the human vacumn in its content, and a longing for psychology to embrace problems over which it is possible to feel intellectual passion. Your own position may be one of the above or a variation of thereof. Indicate what you think characterzes psychology today and explain the historical influences (ideas, people, socio-cultural environment) that have shaped it, and what is its future."

That's not even the whole question yet. Seriouslyyyyyyy. How the heck does she want us to write on historical influences, our stand on it and its' future in 2000 words?! Psychology didn't start yesterday lah. It's got years of history and she of all people should know it right??!!

Pissing me off! I can write anything I want and yet still be out of topic. It's like trying to fit one whole semester into one assignment. Siow! Someone is so not gonna get nice teaching evaulations for her class.

Bah... never learnt anything from her except that old people with sagging boobs should wear bras. Especially on cold days. And this was a very visual lesson. I shudder at the memory.

And the essay is not the only thing due! I have a lit review draft to hand in two days after that, and an exam on the 27th. And the I have to get the materials for my research ready on the 28th and the 29th.

And then my mom and two aunties are coming down on the 30th for two weeks. This is the exciting part lah. But it's so stressful lah. I have to finish everything before they arrive, and at the rate I'm going, it seems super impossible. Gilar betul.

Adding to all this is my housemate's sudden interst in the degideroo. Is that how you spell it? I don't even know how to pronouce it. I can say it in my head but I can't say it out loud. But yes, he's taken up that blasted Australian instrument and he sits in the backyard blowing that blasted thing. And all that blasted instrument can do is go 'bbuuuooommmmmm, bbbbuuuuuuoooooommmm' in a very low tone. Bising betul. Oh, did I mention the fact that my bedroom faces the backyard and is right above the place where he sits his nice little backside when he plays that nice little instrument?

Wanna take that thing and break it into 300 pieces and make him swallow all of them. One. By. One.

I've found my future husband. His name is Leonardo Dicaprio. Stop laughing. I WILL marry him.