GRRRRREEEEEEAAAAAAT.
So my average in my organics class is so bad that it doesn't even matter if I show up to the final exam or not. It won't do a damn thing.
Fantastic.
I love knowing that I'm a dumbass by my own hand.
So my average in my organics class is so bad that it doesn't even matter if I show up to the final exam or not. It won't do a damn thing.
Fantastic.
I love knowing that I'm a dumbass by my own hand.
If you're gonna do it, do it right.
It seems you've done it right.
(and feel not *too* bad, for I am also finding it difficult to allow philisophy and eighteenth c. Literature to hold my attention. Academia just doesn't agree with the springtime I think. There are too many pretty things about and other distractions well worth being distracted over.)
(Like having such a beautiful river so friggin close on such a day as this. damn work. damn school. Damn sence of obligation to such concepts!
(And yes, she is perfection. She caught a creature the other day and ate it. I was proud. My mother was horrified.)