Epic Fail

I fail at life. I will never get it right. Yep. I have accepted this sad truth. Right then: I'm going to pull an all-nighter (or something close to it) to write a five-pager for a class that is due Friday before 5:00pm. Then I'm going to watch my grade in another class go down in flames. Okay. Even if I send an email pleading him to salvage whatever's left of it. And then I'm going to spend my weekend doing other various homework activities along with non-homework activities that do not include partying of any kind. I'm a good girl in that respect.

Come Monday, I will throw myself into finishing my story. Sounds like a plan. I think.

Oh wait, now I remember. What about my other paper? You know, the one that was due ages ago? Aah, so that's why I labeled this post Epic Fail.

My parents are going to kick my ass in June. Again. After I promised them I wouldn't fuck up this semester.

Maybe I should just transfer to Emory like they've been encouraging me to this whole school year.