So much to say, so little energy with which to say it.
Note to self: listen to new Kim Richey album, tell Melissa about Iron & Wine, tell rest of world about Iron & Wine.
The day will come when I will speak with boundless joy of the perils wrought against my wretchet fists. The rainclouds will loom overhead, and I will laugh as lightning strikes my frail body. Death will not come with the thunder's clap, and neither will it come thereafter. For in the acceptance of my esoteric fate, I will be free to spin words together at will, and quilt sentences evermore with deadly accuracy. The sweaters I knit will cary the most grave consequences, and their readings will result in frigid rain and bountiless contentment. And in so doing they will convey my most perfect moment, the genesis of elation and sorrow into a black bird drifting aimlessly and invisibly through the night sky. Cross the moon and she disappears; the moonbeams spawn the shadows of my soul.
If that made any sense to you, than perhaps it's time for you to go to sleep. Especially that last line. Chilling, almost.
Grades...ouch. I'm pained and surprised to see that I recieved a B in sight singing and a B+ in History. Just...ouch. Here I was pretty sure my GPA would go up this semester, but that doesn't seem at all likely right now. History, fine. I thought I did better than that in history, but fine. But I worked more than my 2 units for sight singing, god damn it. I got nearly a perfect score on all of the written stuff, all of the prepared singing was perfect, and the sight singing was in the top third of the class. That's a B? Normally I wouldn't grade grub, but...oh, nevermind about that grade grubbing.
So now, my grades are officially mediocre and I'm going to have to talk to my silly advisor, who will probably tell me that I'll never get into grad school with grades like this. But for my performance in class, I don't see why my grades suck so bad. It's illogical to me. And now I need a 4.0 next semester just to balance out this piece of shit. So annoying. So sad.
Welp, here I am in San Jose, destined for a boring-as-fuck vacation, just like last time. I didn't bring my toothbrush back home, so I'm sitting here in my underwear typing this motherfucker, thinking about how nasty my mouth feels. I'm going to have to put pants on and walk to the store, huh?
Anyway, I ended up a point and a half down in CS, which gives me an A-. And I actually did pretty well on EE, 87/100, ten points above the mean. Unfortunately, that only got me a B in the class, I was kind of hoping for a B+ or an A-, but I did a pretty great job on the final. I only missed a few true false questions, and I drew a diagram but forgot to write its equation for another question. So I feel like I deserve a better grade in EE because I rocked the final, and in CS because I rocked the projects. Eh, school is stupid. So if I luck out and get an A in everything else, then my GPA will go up from where it currently is, but not very much.
Shit, I need to do things, hang out with people. I'm kind of afraid to, as stupid as that sounds. I'll explain later, the garage door is opening.
