I really fucked it up this time, didn't I, my dear?

I made a mistake today. A really, really awful one.

In other news, I've received word from my professor via email that my final essay was "near perfect", the only flaw in it being a lengthy paragraph that needs to be split in two. She's going to [edit: try to] have it published. I suppose this means starting an essay at 12:00 am the night/early morning before the essay is due works well for me.

In other news, the passive-aggressive man of the house that I like to call "Dad" is waging a silent war with me for hot water in the mornings. The only thing worse than having to get up at 6 am for shitty retail work is having to get up at 6 am and take a freezing cold shower before going to shitty retail work.

In other news, I've decided that I want to work for the CDC. A friend has connections in the infectious disease research department. Right up my alley! And Atlanta seems nice. I've heard the aquarium there is fantastic. Plus, Donato lives in Savannah and we can go ghost-hunting together when I have free time to visit.

In other news, I'd probably miss Portland too much, though. And I've already become an avid OSU fan. GO BEAVS! I suppose I've got another few years worth of school to figure it out.

I don't know how to make this right.

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Figured I'd check out your blog again and saw this. 1) Grats on your essay. It was all 'cause of the title I gave you. Obv. 2) What mistake? You sound as if you kind of half want to talk about it.