Am I a Fuck up...Or am I a Fuck up?

Before I elaborate on what a genius I am...can I just say that these Quaker Corn Cakes are really good? My grandma calls them rice cakes and I used to make fun of her in my head for eating such a silly thing, but seriously they are really good.

Ok...yesterday I walked into my Philosophy class, turned in my paper and walked out. I was way too hungry to sit through that class so I opt for lunch with the ladies. Never did I know that the day I skipped was the day we had the review for that huge test I completely forgot about. Oh My God....

I walked into class this morning to see everyone looking at notes and index cards...? "Strange...", I thought to myself before observing just what they were intently reading.

I seriously bombed that test. I knew maybe half of the material and some of it was poorly worded. Dammit...

Alex had called me so I was able to express my deep remorse to his idle ears. I'm beginning to notice that he kinds does listen, and he sometimes asks questions:

S: "Alex! I didn't know like 3 of the long answer questions and that is literally 25 points"

A: "I'm sorry...did you know any of the material? Did you know some of them well enough to know you got the points?"

That's sweet because I know how interesting failing philosophy is to him...(about a .5 on a scale of 1 to 10) Anyways...me and Danielle are going to eat and then most likely I'm going to bake myself on the beach. I just want to lay down in the sand and relax! I need to study for Lit but I can do that before 10:30pm tonight.

I NEED A TRIPLE QUARTER POUNDER CHEESEBURGER WITH LARGE FRIES....and a diet coke cause I'm trying to watch my weight ya know?