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College is teh suck.
At least for me it is, and I hate to resort to the usage of such lame outdated lingo as the opening line of this entry but I admit that I am in a euphoric state of pure unbridled rage.
Why you ask?
Because I'm riding on a really nice buzz after getting a new job in which I make more than the standard 6 bucks an hour I've been living off of for over a year now, and that means more money to spend on blow and hookers right? Who's with me?! I kid, I don't do blow. I know a guy who sells it, but booze has taken all the money I would spend on drugs if I were so inclined.
The part of the day that drained the wind from my balls came when my professors posted my fall semester grades and not a single one was over a C and I failed one of my courses. This marks the first time I have failed a course that I have actually attempted and not one that I was assured that I had dropped and then came to find that It hadn't and I simply didn't turn in any of the assignments as I never showed up, thinking I was out of the class. Silly me.
So now my GPA reads like Mickey Rourke's blood alcohol level and yet I landed a job that is most definitely going to give my life a shove in the right direction. So I'm balancing my emotions and attempting to not start drinking at only one o'clock in the afternoon. Because frankly I'd love to down a few to celebrate the job and also forget that my college life is a wondrous achievement in mediocrity.
So I guess I'll wait until two and then get hammered.
College is teh suck.
At least for me it is, and I hate to resort to the usage of such lame outdated lingo as the opening line of this entry but I admit that I am in a euphoric state of pure unbridled rage.
Why you ask?
Because I'm riding on a really nice buzz after getting a new job in which I make more than the standard 6 bucks an hour I've been living off of for over a year now, and that means more money to spend on blow and hookers right? Who's with me?! I kid, I don't do blow. I know a guy who sells it, but booze has taken all the money I would spend on drugs if I were so inclined.
The part of the day that drained the wind from my balls came when my professors posted my fall semester grades and not a single one was over a C and I failed one of my courses. This marks the first time I have failed a course that I have actually attempted and not one that I was assured that I had dropped and then came to find that It hadn't and I simply didn't turn in any of the assignments as I never showed up, thinking I was out of the class. Silly me.
So now my GPA reads like Mickey Rourke's blood alcohol level and yet I landed a job that is most definitely going to give my life a shove in the right direction. So I'm balancing my emotions and attempting to not start drinking at only one o'clock in the afternoon. Because frankly I'd love to down a few to celebrate the job and also forget that my college life is a wondrous achievement in mediocrity.
So I guess I'll wait until two and then get hammered.
At least for me it is, and I hate to resort to the usage of such lame outdated lingo as the opening line of this entry but I admit that I am in a euphoric state of pure unbridled rage.
Why you ask?
Because I'm riding on a really nice buzz after getting a new job in which I make more than the standard 6 bucks an hour I've been living off of for over a year now, and that means more money to spend on blow and hookers right? Who's with me?! I kid, I don't do blow. I know a guy who sells it, but booze has taken all the money I would spend on drugs if I were so inclined.
The part of the day that drained the wind from my balls came when my professors posted my fall semester grades and not a single one was over a C and I failed one of my courses. This marks the first time I have failed a course that I have actually attempted and not one that I was assured that I had dropped and then came to find that It hadn't and I simply didn't turn in any of the assignments as I never showed up, thinking I was out of the class. Silly me.
So now my GPA reads like Mickey Rourke's blood alcohol level and yet I landed a job that is most definitely going to give my life a shove in the right direction. So I'm balancing my emotions and attempting to not start drinking at only one o'clock in the afternoon. Because frankly I'd love to down a few to celebrate the job and also forget that my college life is a wondrous achievement in mediocrity.
So I guess I'll wait until two and then get hammered.