i had some dreams there were clouds in my coffee
So today was surprisingly very successful - battle-wise but not academic wise. It's hilarious, in a sort of detached way, how a simple letter grade can easily destroy all hopes you've ever had of a successful future.
I hate calculus. I've honestly never detested something so much in my life. If the subject could take a physical form - human preferably - I wouldn't hesitate to either 1) stab him several times until eminent death or 2) strangle him with a particularly thin piece of fishing string.
*breathes*
If you've ever taken the time to read an earlier blog post, you'd be inclined to know that that whole method of "letting go of the steering wheel" in order to get through life isn't really working for me. In fact I totally saw this happening - you know, inevitably crashing into another car, or worse, falling off the edge of cliff. God forbid that happen literally - but in a metaphysical way that's sort of happened. At least to, you know, my sanity.
Fallen off the deep end. That's me alright.
Battle is kind of like that love/hate relationship you have with an asshole of a boyfriend who's particularly good in bed. Except I wouldn't know what's "good in bed" either I suppose.
Watching "Pride and Prejudice" for the 430958309854teenth time really helps. I should have another Jane Austen movie marathon. Except for Emma - Gwyneth Paltrow was horrid in that adaptation. Plus, Emma's such a snobby little bitch.
P.S. I am currently falling in love (again!) with a new and improved (and sexier!) Jesse McCartney. Feel free to check out his new video! (link over there *points left*)
I hate calculus. I've honestly never detested something so much in my life. If the subject could take a physical form - human preferably - I wouldn't hesitate to either 1) stab him several times until eminent death or 2) strangle him with a particularly thin piece of fishing string.
*breathes*
If you've ever taken the time to read an earlier blog post, you'd be inclined to know that that whole method of "letting go of the steering wheel" in order to get through life isn't really working for me. In fact I totally saw this happening - you know, inevitably crashing into another car, or worse, falling off the edge of cliff. God forbid that happen literally - but in a metaphysical way that's sort of happened. At least to, you know, my sanity.
Fallen off the deep end. That's me alright.
Battle is kind of like that love/hate relationship you have with an asshole of a boyfriend who's particularly good in bed. Except I wouldn't know what's "good in bed" either I suppose.
Watching "Pride and Prejudice" for the 430958309854teenth time really helps. I should have another Jane Austen movie marathon. Except for Emma - Gwyneth Paltrow was horrid in that adaptation. Plus, Emma's such a snobby little bitch.
P.S. I am currently falling in love (again!) with a new and improved (and sexier!) Jesse McCartney. Feel free to check out his new video! (link over there *points left*)