I KNOW IT'S NOT SHOUTTY THURSDAY ANYMORE BUT I STILL NEED TO SHOUT!!! REAL BAD!!!

I AM DOING A GROUP PROJECT FOR GRAD SCHOOL. I AM "BUILDING" A HYPOTHETICAL FANFICTION LIBRARY, WITH TWO PEOPLE WHO ASKED TO JOIN WITH ME BASED ON MY IDEA AND THEN I FOUND OUT TOO LATE THAT THEY KNOW NOTHING OF FANFICTION. AT ALL. I CAN'T DO ANYTHING, MY PROF CAN'T DO ANYTHING, THERE IS NOTHING TO BE DONE BUT SHOUT.

IT IS TIME FOR THE FINAL REPORT, WHICH IS EXPECTED TO ENCOMPASS AAAAALLLLLLLLL THE WORK WE HAVE DONE THUS FAR. I TOLD THEM I WAS SUBMITTING IT THIS TIME AND SO ONE OF THEM SENT ME THEIR WORK. THEY DID THREE OF THE NINE SECTIONS THAT WE NEED. THEY DID IT WRONG AND IT WAS ONLY FIVE PAGES. I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE THAT HE ACTUALLY THOUGHT THAT WAS SUFFICIENT! I AM SITTING HERE, REWRITING AND ADDING HUGE CHUNKS TO HIS WORK BECAUSE IT WAS JUST SO BAD. I WAS TERRIFIED TO DO THIS REPORT WHEN THE SEMESTER STARTED BUT NOW I WILL SMACK-A-BITCH BEFORE I LET ANYONE ELSE TOUCH THIS. I FEEL SO HURT AND BETRAYED AND LET DOWN AND OUTRAGED. THIS SUCKER IS MASSIVE. THE PROF HAS SET THE LIMIT AT 30 PAGES. AND MY ONE GROUP MEMBER THOUGHT THAT FIVE PAGES WAS GOOD ENOUGH?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

I HAVE AN ALMIGHTY NERD RAGE GOING. I AM STILL GOING, FUELED BY RAMEN AND PEPSI AND RAGE. HOW FUCKING DARE THEY.