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.