The exams are over and I am not quite done
Usually the end of exams marks happiness, right? HAHAHAHAHA joke.
Scoring a grand total of 1 Seven on all my subjects is not my idea of fun times, and imagine how my conservative traditionalist of a father would’ve taken the fact that my collective score for math and physics doesn’t even make a 7. (which i got for history, i must state because i am trying to convince myself i’m not entirely useless)
I have such a giant tendency to harp on things. But i’m getting over them. I’m getting over the fact that my math is STILL not doing any better although i swear to god I actually bothered to work hard this time. I’m getting over the fact that there are people in this world that are more hypocritical than their height should allow, and I’m getting over my denial that unless i start actually running my gross fat isn’t gonna go anywhere.
But you know, realization comes first. I feel more nonchalance than I would consider normal, but it’s useful. I’m so over all of this weeping and whining and meh i am stupid stuff. I’m so over so many things, but that only gives me motivation to put my effort into the right places. Not into trying to justify myself but to find something worth justifying.
Either way I have gotten to a point where i’m really just sucking it up and living it up. I’ve been on a roll with my puns today, and next week i will be in London living it up like 18 year olds should be doing and I will get back and attempt to put on a spectacular production of Hamletmachine. (while also juggling 9 subjects, yes, absolutely!)
