The Work Issue

Once again, I sit and read my textbook. And I reread my textbook. There is no understanding the 50+ pgs of text or notes necessary to do the hw. Once again, I have work due the next day with no idea how to do it: a result of my desire for fun in the present tense has put me here. There is noone I would ask who would help. My roommates are being stupid and rather than panicking over the hours and hours of hw they have yet to accomplish, they joke over how little it makes sense and why the class is so hard. What can I do now, with no tutor or person to decipher the hours and hours of drivel? Do the writers of my thermo book realize their efforts creating such a product have done nothing, nothing to help anybody, anybody, understand the subject? My desire to understand the subject and get the work done is great, but I cannot bother people I don't know to ask for help. Consequently, I stare and read and reread my textbook and notes hoping like a lottery ticket buyer that somehow it will click and everything will be fixed.