I’m leaving tomorrow.

No, the song has nothing to do with me leaving. I’ve loved this song ever since I can remember. I need to do homework. I have two finals tomorrow that I’m not ready for. But then, there’s not a lot I’m ready for, lately. Except for the calc final. Which I was apparently more than ready for. Still can’t get over it.
Life is so awesomely weird. Don’t even ask me why. You’ll never get it out of me. 😀

I got 97% on my calc final!!! Which means I have an A overall in calculus! WHICH MEANS THAT MY CHANCES OF GETTING STRAIGHT A’S AGAIN ARE VERY, VERY GOOD!!!!!!!!!!

Life, make up your damn mind. I’m dizzy from all turns you’re making and my butt hurts from the bumps.

I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it. It just hurts. BAD.

I mean, seriously, what kind of job am I going to be doing that requires this? I get why we do the word problems and all that, but do I really want to find the death count of an earthquake disaster in one city compared to another, when the ratio is this to that and it’s divisible by this number? Sheesh. Getting kind of morbid, aren’t we?

That was me (talking about algebra) a couple of years ago. And now I’m in calculus.

DAMN I’m in a good mood tonight. Life is being nice. And… I don’t want to say this yet… I don’t want to tempt fate… but I already told Kevin and Sean… and my family…
I’m pretty sure I aced the calculus final.

Scratch whatever I said before. I can’t wait to get out of here. My sanity depends on it.
Get. Me. The FUCKING HELL out of here.

Whoa. I just checked my score, and I got a B on a test I thought I had failed. Wow.

It’s weird to read about history that you lived through.

Well, I’m now driving this rickety old beast named Josephine. She likes to wobble, and when you go over 40 mph she likes to wiggle a little too. She squeals when you go around tight corners, doesn’t like to go the same speed for too long, and is even picky about letting people in the car.
I kind of like her.