the last final

What was it I said about not trying to update this thing when I was on my way to somewhere else? Anyway...

I spent half of yesterday panicing for nothing.

There is no way I can flunk Biology.

I have a C now, and he drops the lowest test grade. Right now that's the exam we had right after spring break, which I told my idiot classmates they didn't want to vote for, and which nobody listened to me about. If I bomb the final, then that's the grade he drops, and it stays a C. If I do well, it replaces the final, and I have a shot at a B.

I'm a perfectionist, and I know it. A C is okay, but I want the B. And I think I have a chance to get it.

Either way, though...it's almost over.

And I am not stressing. I'm through stressing. What happens, happens.

I'll be glad when it's over, though.

It's been a strange morning. I had a dream in which Gil Grissom from CSI was my uncle, and I have no idea where that was going because my alarm woke me up, but it's all still very clear in my head.

And I either killed the fly that's been pestering me all week, or dreamed that I did. I can't remember which.

Well...I'm off.

whew...made it

It's over, and I am too drained to really celebrate. I'm too tired, in fact, to do much of anything at all.

I put together lists in my head of things I'm not doing and should be, and suddenly I find myself making link graphics for my Obscure Character Obsession (aka the Marilyn Stark fanlisting). Which I don't know if another soul in all the world will even join, once it's up and running. But what the hell, right? I'm on vacation.

I'm almost tempted to spend half of tomorrow getting more screencaps; never mind the hundred and fifty or so I have now. I'm still weeding the crap out of those.

I guess I'm a little bit crazy. I'd say it's due to being on vacation, but I think I was like this before, too. :)