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THIS FAILTASTIC SEMESTER IS JUST THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING:
• a quiz worth 20% is not a quiz, it's a fucking midterm. JUST SAY IT, OLD MAN. YOU ASSIGNED A MIDTERM AT THE END OF TERM BECAUSE IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE.
• spending the class playing catch-up on what we should already know for the ~midterm~ before giving the last fifteen minutes to write it is also... just... awesome. and with no time to consider my answers, i'm sure i did awesomely as well. just awesome. AWESOME.
• so that's a C on the actual midterm and probably a worse, if not equal, grade on the "quiz."
• my prospects in this course look bleak.
• i have a paper due tomorrow, graded on a curve, which i no longer have any motivation to write because i'm depressed and frustrated and so tiiired.
• am i actually trying to get back to normal life? because i seem to not have a life. for practically the past month, i've done nothing and haven't had the energy to do anything. i rarely talk to people or see people, anyway, and people don't want to see me. the majority of my communications are irrational lj posts posted in the void that is the internet. i am, in other words, a lone sadass with panda eyes who is likely going to wind up shit grades in three out of five classes, and oh yeah, that's actually an optimistic assessment. and nobody cares, because well... who would? i only do a little bit and that's only because i'm obligated to, being me and all.
• even if someone told me i should or could keep on truckin' like a good automaton, ugh.
• i want rest so bad sdlfkf;gf.
on the plus side? the fourteen minute preview of A Game of Thrones was hot.