Umm.

[lookandwonder]

So basically I am going to fail Business Calculus, and by that I mean get no better than a D, unless heavenly hosts decide to intervene on my behalf, or something. And you know. I kind of don't care? Because by the time I got it together in all my other classes, it was a little too late for calc, and I am too immature to get help with it, because every time I try and do it I get frustrated and throw a hissy fit of epic proportions (frustration leads to anger which leads to hate which leads to lots of crying and questioning my place on this earth) because I cannot stand being that fucking confused. The problem here is that I DON'T CARE, even if it is going to ruin my chance at grad school, which is kind of okay, because that is one less decision to make and I probably wouldn't have wanted to go anyway (if my level of burnedoutness is this high right now, in two years, I will be massacring people), let alone getting in regardless. So. Screw it. I am the one who's going to be paying for my mistakes and I can deal with that, because I never felt like I had to be perfect anyway (really dodged by having a faulty personality, there).

Right. No one cares.

The good news! Is that I definitely have a place to live this summer, and probably am getting a job here unless I really send bad food service vibes and don't get hired (which would be understandable, given the 0 experience and everything). But I hope that I do, because it would be convenient, and money... would be really great to have right now!

The even gooder, in fact, best news, is that this semester is almost over, and I am staying here, and it should be good.

Edit: Got the job. Yay! I owe Charlie and Rachel hugely. Anyhow, I only have $18 to my name, so this is timely.