Consummated Randomness

Fuck you Mom and Dad

A fucking D! A goddamned D. All that studying this weekend and none of if paid off. That is why I hate studying, because sometimes it just doesnt matter how much you do or do not study. I knew the material, I just can't understand the stupid ass questions the professor asks on his tests. Now I have to bust my ass beyond normality to get an A in this class. It's a good thing they call me "the finisher." Haha, anyways, I do tend to do very well towards the end of the semester, let's just hope I can do it in this class.

On another note, my poem was received well by just about everyone who has read it, friends, classmates, even the teach liked it...(a lot, I think). Just a few revisions and it'll be a masterpiece. J/K...but who knows, perhaps my voice is really becoming clear now and I'm on the road to being published. Wouldn't that be awesome. Now, if only I had some inspiration, I could write a follow up to that. Hmm...I wonder where I can find inspiration. Oh, wait, I know...but I wonder how likely it is. I've stepped back a little, just to see where things go(plus I've been busy wasting my time studying for a D) and hopefully I can win them over...but not with poetry, or so Ive heard.

So to wrap things up: Thank god(its just a phrase)for my poetry class, if it weren't for that I'd be very close to the edge right now because that test infuriated me beyond belief. Good night.

posted by RPF @ 2:25 AM