Ouch...
65 on my calc exam.
I'm looking at a low C... maybe in the class now... ouch.
Took my physics test today, the quiz i had to turn in on monday online I got a 9/30. considering our exam was pretty much more problems like that one... concerns me greatly...
I mean- I thought I was good at this? what the fuck eh? what the fuck? ugh... I'm really tired of this whole "You suck at everything. BWAHAHAHA" that life is throwing at me lately.
It's tough staying ridiculously good looking and charismatic towards the ladies if you don't have some little bit of confidence to project from.
bugger... bugger bugger.
At least I've got writing going for me lately. More work done on my series of stories. I have no delusions of grandeur concerning them. I'm just writing them for my own sake. its a story that i want to tell, so I am.
Isn't that the essence of writing? The art of the story. That ability to transmute emotions, thoughts, feelings, and conjectures and place them all within a creation of one's own. It is a healing process for me sometimes. I'll be feeling real shitty and be like "fuck this shit, I'm writing." I'll put on some music and just type what I feel. Sometimes it comes out really good, sometimes its crap. (I usually delete said crap) luckily though I don't seem to make too much crap
or so a certain attractive lady tells me 
but I digress.
Writing is the panacea for what ails me. I drink deeply upon those creative waters. Music and writing, wow. I'm such a freaking loser, for lack of a better term.
new topic: Star Wars
Mother Fuckers might actually be getting it right.
therefore new royal moogle edict: go see it when it comes out.
Or I'll dance, and by GOD you DO NOT want to see THAT!
again smooth segue to---
emotional state: shaky, my recent string of failures has made me a wee bit upset. not a lot anyone can do to help me out though. trying not to rely on others for emotional support. I know kinda stupid, but its kinda been forced on me so I'm going with it for now.
not easy.
I feel like everyday I keep making mistakes that are just going to keep growing until something explodes.
not good.
oh well... we'll see what happens during spring break.
contemplating skipping physics on friday, fuck that incompetant dumbass instructor, he won't have my C for this exam anyway. so meh. screw it I say.
lyrics from song (sorry to all that this disgusts):
All the movements youre starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They said start as you mean to go on
Coldplay, "A Rush Of Blood To The Head"
take it easy all,
MogMagus
65 on my calc exam.
I'm looking at a low C... maybe in the class now... ouch.
Took my physics test today, the quiz i had to turn in on monday online I got a 9/30. considering our exam was pretty much more problems like that one... concerns me greatly...
I mean- I thought I was good at this? what the fuck eh? what the fuck? ugh... I'm really tired of this whole "You suck at everything. BWAHAHAHA" that life is throwing at me lately.
It's tough staying ridiculously good looking and charismatic towards the ladies if you don't have some little bit of confidence to project from.
bugger... bugger bugger.
At least I've got writing going for me lately. More work done on my series of stories. I have no delusions of grandeur concerning them. I'm just writing them for my own sake. its a story that i want to tell, so I am.
Isn't that the essence of writing? The art of the story. That ability to transmute emotions, thoughts, feelings, and conjectures and place them all within a creation of one's own. It is a healing process for me sometimes. I'll be feeling real shitty and be like "fuck this shit, I'm writing." I'll put on some music and just type what I feel. Sometimes it comes out really good, sometimes its crap. (I usually delete said crap) luckily though I don't seem to make too much crap
or so a certain attractive lady tells me
but I digress.
Writing is the panacea for what ails me. I drink deeply upon those creative waters. Music and writing, wow. I'm such a freaking loser, for lack of a better term.
new topic: Star Wars
Mother Fuckers might actually be getting it right.
therefore new royal moogle edict: go see it when it comes out.
Or I'll dance, and by GOD you DO NOT want to see THAT!
again smooth segue to---
emotional state: shaky, my recent string of failures has made me a wee bit upset. not a lot anyone can do to help me out though. trying not to rely on others for emotional support. I know kinda stupid, but its kinda been forced on me so I'm going with it for now.
not easy.
I feel like everyday I keep making mistakes that are just going to keep growing until something explodes.
not good.
oh well... we'll see what happens during spring break.
contemplating skipping physics on friday, fuck that incompetant dumbass instructor, he won't have my C for this exam anyway. so meh. screw it I say.
lyrics from song (sorry to all that this disgusts):
All the movements youre starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They said start as you mean to go on
Coldplay, "A Rush Of Blood To The Head"
take it easy all,
MogMagus
and writing is good