Got a 71 on my math exam today. No need for excuses--I got what I got. Thankfully my semester grade is a B. Which is going to have to be alright, too. I'm just so damn happy math it is out of the way, though. One final exam down, six more to go. I'm about to write my art essay then study for bio and English.
I desperately need sleep. I might even go to bed at like, 8, then have to catch my favorite show, "The Mentalist" sometime else. Or not watch it. I usually don't let TV dictate my life, well, hardly at all, it's just this one show. Ah, hell, here's the solution: I don't see it and learn to build a bridge and get over it. Simple as that.
Wow; I feel bitter and snippy. I remember having conversations about me being unpleasant to talk to when I feel this way. So does this mean the same for what I write in this mood? 'Cause in essence I'm talking, right?
I'll try to update when this school madness is over with, yet I have a feeling I won't be having this compy anymore or any one at all.
If I'm not back, have a good holiday(s). Be good.
You'll have stories to tell, perhaps?