Dear Mr. Carnovale

I've been feeling overwhelmed. I work at a restaurant, so they tell you when you start but fail to enlighten you as to when you finish. I've worked for half an hour before, and on Saturday I worked for 10 hours. I've got 17 pages that I need to finish in my massive art sketchbook, our next assignment is called our Art Instillation. It's basically taking a room inside of the school and turning it into whatever you want (like a haunted house sort of idea). So we need to have pages of thumbnails and ideas for what it's going to look like, pages of writing down any idea that comes to mind, pages of research to know more about what we're talking about. Pages and pages and pages. And I've got about 4 done. Next I have a graphic short story due for writers craft, which is a lot more work then it may look like, I have to draw the pictures and outline them in pen and the colour it after I outline it, then bind it. I need to make a title page and do character profiles and all of that shit! Not to mention the fact that I'm presenting a play tomorrow night. My drama class has been working our butts off to make this show hilarious and wonderful. But between practices, working, school, sleeping and eating I don't have time to draw, outline, colour, research, thumbnail, character profile! Heck, I hardly even have time for myself!
So there.
It's all out on the table now, I'm being worked like a dog. (also to add to that list is, I also need to regularily write in my blog.) Like right now, I'm supposed to be getting ready for work, I'm supposed to look pretty for once in my life, but no. The customers of TeeJays are just going to have to be satisfied with a fugly hostess because I have to write in my blog. -_- (I'm slightly bitter with a pinch of anger!)
So.
Mr. Carnovale, if you're reading this, I hope you realize that more then ANYTHING in this world, I would really like to move out of this stupid house that I live in and go to British Columbia, and the only way to do that is to get accepted at UBC for my Bachelour of Arts for English, and it's going to be pretty dumb if my writers craft mark is shitty. SO, take into consideration the fact that I hardly have a social life, because I'm constantly working my ass off either at work, at school, or doing schoolwork at work!
(The tone in which I said all of that varies from reader to reader.)
I hope you enjoyed my cathartic bitch fest, I wish you all well. However, as I have to go to work so as to get mentally undressed by dirty old men I need to go and put in some effort and look somewhat pretty.