2 March 2005

I really need to set my damn date on my watch. The whole day my papers have been from Feb. 30. Genius.

I have a nasty cough, but I suppose I’m getting better slowly. By the time you have read this, I will be dead.

Or at least my GPA will be. Will fail the chemistry test tommorrow, hands down. Awesome. I have come to the conclusion that if I was a thermochemist all of my life, I’d probably have to kill myself. I’m already contemplating now. Terrible amount of absolute “what-the-fuck” factor going on with this stuff. Definate fail. And, my grade already sucks in there. Oh well, it will balance the 99 from last six weeks because she lost all of my tests and wrote them in as a 100. Maybe she’ll mess up again. Doubt it.

And English. How do you fail English? Well, I’m trying to figure that out as well. I have a few 60’s. Hot. And Spanish. I guess I just don’t care about verbs enough. Geography is pretty good though. Mildly interesting class. If I do any of the map work she assigned.

I sort of … hate… how my life is school, work, and sleep. It’s just so boring to talk about with anybody besides myself and maybe the asian Bill, who loves school. So, I figure I may need to take a break during Spring Break and indulge in a few hobbies I used to practice.

Well, who am I kidding? I’ll probably just sleep a lot more and relax in bed. My break is sleep. God, I’m exciting.

On a closing note, I really hate being lied to so much. That girl better start realizing that she sucks at it because fucking me over isn’t just a one time thing, it’s a progressive part of a relationship of any magnitude.

God, friday please come swiftly.

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