Apr 05, 2009 15:19
AHAHA.
I'm made of fail, you guys.
But, that's all right. I think. Well, maybe not, but at least I'm cheerful about it?
Last night when I was coming home on the bus there was a dude playing Eric Clapton songs on a guitar. It really made my night.
... And then a bunch of teenage douchebags came on and made fun of him. Ugh. But things were excellent until that point.
And the bus driver was really hot. Bronze skin and tousled ebony-black hair and slightly smirking lips and an elegant nose and glasses. Nnngh. Yesplz.
[edit 7:38 PM]
I want to see it through, but at the same time I still want to quit.
Oh, well. If I can just make it through... if I can just make it, I think things will be okay. Right? Long as I don't flunk out, anyway.
Today I told mum that I'd dropped 18th-century lit. She spazzed a little bit. "You mean you don't graduate on time?!"
And this, after I've told her multiple times that there's always the possibility that I won't graduate at all, that I just can't do it. *facepalm* Oh, well.