[cough, choke, cry, sniffle] "If fucking your life up was considered an art, I'd be VANGOH." man. failed a damn final exam. and no, don't try and console me and say i didn't. i couldn't have done that bad. well you know what? i did do that bad. and i probably won't pass that fucking class. DAMN YOU GRYTA! damn you to hell man. damn me for fucking off that class too much. i'm a professional slacker. i should get paid for this. i swear. o. hell. now my day off is shot. well no. i won't feel bad all day. i don't actually feel that bad right now. failing is indeed the easiest thing to get over. well in my case anyways. no PRD today. or tomorrow. or ever. man, i'll miss him. but that's how it goes. O-BLA-DEE-O-BLA-DA! (o corky you knew how to live man) but moving on. i have today off. and then well work tomorrow. i have a paper still due (to be done). and a story to write (or start). so this is my life. not so bad. minus all the ENTERTAINING failures. i've got it pretty good. compared to some starving child in AFRICA. (sadness) anyways. i'm supposed to do all this shit today. and all i really wanna do is go home, crawl back into bed, and sleep for the next few days. i don't see that happening though. i don't really have much to say. i wish my thing was interesting all the time. like everyone else's. but it isn't. and well fuck that too. i'm tired of trying to be interesting. i'm pretty bored with myself to be honest. i'm definitely not going to stay this way. change is good for me. and something i'm working on hard. maybe it'll work someday. O. SOMEDAY. my favorite day. well i'm off to go shopping and to increase my credit debt a little more. "GOD LOVE PLASTIC" "I've been here for awhile now..." DFN.