Heh. Guess what? I passed my fucking government class! It was a close call. Yesterday at around 8pm, I realized that my govt final was today at 10am and not wednesday at 10am. So, I freaked out because I'm sick, tired and I have to get at least an 86% on the final to pass the class with a C average. I've truly fucked up this semester. Oh fucking well. I started to study and around 9pm my medication kicks in. Yep, I broke down and bought some medicine for the plague. It's curable these days. Oh yeah. Normally, I live off cough drops and try to tough it out, but I need to get better if I want to have fun these next two weeks.
Anywho, at 9pm I get extremely fucking tired. I had taken two tablets of tylenol cold and flu and some theraflu. That shit's nasty! foul tasting shyte! I tried to stay awake and it was fucking impossible. Finally at 9:30pm I decided to sleep a few hours and wake up around 1am to study and stay up until after I've taken the exam. The plans I make for myself that revolve around sleeping never work out. I always end up just sleeping! Anyway, my alarm went off for about, oh I dunno, 4 hours! I finally managed to wake my ass up and I didn't even have to get dressed due to the convenience of sleeping in my clothes!
I started to study in bed and realized the folly of my actions because I immediately tried to go back to sleep. I moved my ass to the livingroom, made some tea and tried to study on the couch where I proceeded to snooze for an hour! DOH! I couldn't stay awake. I'd wake up, study, nap a few minutes, wake up study, blow runny nose, drink tea, sleep, study. This went on until 9AM.
I realized that I'm FUCKED! And not in a good way either! So, I drove to school with the feeling of impending doom. I'm a failure! Why did I let myself fuck up? sigh. I got to class only to realize that I had no fucking scantron. fucking great. I bought a scantron and finally took the fucking exam and realized there are more than a few questions i'm unsure about. I finished the exam and nervously waited for my prof to grade my test. I couldn't watch, but my eyes were drawn to his hand as he moved down my test. Hmmmm... surely, he's playing with me.
All the answers on the front are correct. Huh? 50 questions right. Okay, now the back portion. 30 more questions to grade...3 questions? 3 fucking questions wrong?? out of 80?? WTF?!! I got a 97 fucking percent on that fucking exam!! Yay, i passed the damn class. My prof even asked me what was going on with me this semester and I told him it was a LONG story. Needless to say, my lazy, sick ass passed the fucking class.
Now, all I have to worry about is Astronomy. Ceramics is in the fucking bag!
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I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
dM
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1:32 p.m. - 2003-12-08
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