What a Semester
I just wrote out a huge long story about everything that has happened this semester, but I think it can be summed up by saying "I made a bunch of mistakes that got blown way out of proportion, but now I'm trying my best to correct them." Or rather, I'm waiting for them to go away, which they should before too long, then everything will be happy happy. Or rather, everything will be the way it used to be. I'm becoming a firm believer of the "grass is always greener" philosophy. I spent the majority of my life being 'the nice guy,' and now that I've been an asshole for awhile, I really miss being that other guy. I really am that other guy. This isn't me at all. Well, maybe a little bit. Whatever, I'm just looking forward to break and the semester being downhill. Everything will roll back on track. This all sounds probably more whiney than it is. Life is actually pretty swell compared to last year (totally different issues). Ugh, why do I only write things when I'm feeling retrospective? I should start writing about things that will happen in the future. Like, tomorrow, I'm going to get an A+ on my CS333 test, get my last lab perfected, finish all my homework due before break [using magic], and then hit the lottery, true story.