Auld Sang Lyne or Whatever

2009 was a special year. There was just something about it that made the entire annual experience utterly miserable. It sucked. Royally.

Some of the more memorable moments have been:

- Whoring myself out to guys winter semester
- Failing a class spring semester
- Sucking at my summer internship
- Taking an economics class fall semester
- Not turning in ANY of my final assignments during exam week

In fact, the only one good thing I can think of at the moment is that I passed this fall semester. That’s it. I mean, I still have my health and my friends & family and yadda yadda yadda, but at this point I’ve just taken all of that for granted. I always will. My parents’ business has been ailing and ailing, and 2009 forced them to try new business ventures i. e., buy a restaurant in another state and travel there several times a year to check on it. Great. Here I thought there was no other way I could possibly worry about them any more than I am now. So God—anything else you’d like to throw at me? I can take it, go on, really.

Also, as the icing on top of my craptastic cake is a violent outbreak of eczema on all of my joints. As if I weren’t repulsive enough to the opposite sex, hurray.
I’m glad this year is almost over.

Good riddance.

Fuck college.

Fuck the economy.

Fuck my life.

Fuck it all to hell.

SOS

I am stuck in Texas. What started out innocently enough as a family vacation-cum-business trip into the Lone Star State as quickly escalated into a one-week stay in Boredom Hell. Someone for the love of God please get me out of here.

I have limited internet access and only one book to entertain me.

My situation is dire.

I have a flight on the 4th to catch. Can't really miss it, else I miss the first few days of winter semester. Eh.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH HELP MEEEEEEE.

To Celebrate My Recent (Temporary) Liberation From Academia...

A Second Chance

Grades were posted today. Remember that list I made all those weeks ago of all the papers/assignments I had to turn in? Yeah, never did them.

But I passed.

Somehow.

Three Bs and an A. My hands couldn't stop shaking as I typed as typo-free as possible to get to my student account and click on "Grades and Transcripts." It had to have been some sort of mistake. No way can I still pass without turning in my final paper for Economics, my critical summary & final paper for English, and my final two stories for Advanced Fiction. No way. Hell has officially frozen over.

Is some higher power looking down on me? What is s/he/it trying to say?

I'm having trouble breathing.

Whoever and wherever you are, thank you--so, so much.

Diarrhea of the Mouth

I have pulled up the Create Post page several times today thinking that I would have enough on my mind to make an entry but apparently not. Finally, I decided to go ahead and try anyway. So this post is legitimately about nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Neat, huh? I've never done it before. I'm at home. I stay up late and don't sleep much. I surf the web. I work. I pretend I don't have papers (yes, PAPERS) that still need to be emailed to expectant professors. I earn money. I spend money. I don't save money. I buy Hot Fries with 50% of my tips. I inhale the bags in one gulp. I drop my brother off at the bus stop at 6:45am. I pick him up later at 4:15pm. We watch cartoons via YouTube on his laptop. Life is peachy.

Except for the Unfinished Papers part.

Will There Be a Charming Third Time?

I cheated on my economics exam.

It wasn't hard to pull off. My professor made it self-scheduled so all I had to do was show up at the designated building at some point in the week, sign-in at the desk, and complete the damn thing. I did all of that except for the part where I did not go to the test room and instead headed for the library where I then proceeded to pour over my notes and textbooks, verifying answers on Google when necessary. Two and a half hours later, I returned to the other building and turned my test back in with a slight frown on my face. It doesn't matter though; I still had a hard time answering the questions. The gods would be smiling down upon me if I get a B.

No, I don't feel bad. It was something I had to do to prevent myself from fucking up academically again this year. I had rather not come down to that option, but I'll take it when enough's at stake. Yeah. I'd do it again. I've done it before.

Like I Didn't See This Coming

I have lost all motivation to complete Finals Week.

I fail at life.

SNL > Finals Week

Exams? What Exams?

Bespectacled

I didn't realize how much I'm attracted to people who wear glasses until this past week. The Current Object of my Irrational Lust came in to class wearing glasses, which had never happened before. It clicked.

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When you wear glasses, it makes me want to rip them off your face. They're like a barrier, a front. I get to see the real you if I take them away. There's something very controlled--composed-- about people who wear glasses (or they give off that impression anyway), and I want to break through that facade. Oh I think of all sorts of brute, nasty words: rip, tear, break, destroy, shatter, defile, violate, taint, the list goes on. Ah me, I'm a bit freaky.

I love glasses. Especially wire-rimmed ones.