In the clear

Passed my classes guys. I know, I get worried every goddamn quarter, but I was really scared this time. Grandma dieing really fucked everything up. But I passed. Got an A in japanese (goodbye A+ streak) an A- in health care (wtf rite? i dunno, stupidest class ive ever takin. really, an i went to public school my whole life, that class was really really really bad/made no sense) and a C in syntax II. fuckin syntax. I thought I was doin really well in that class. Then the whole miss a week of class thing happened, totally bombed the last two assignments, the last of which was the take home final. Couldn't care less at this point though. I felt like I learned shit, I felt like I was, at times, intensely engaged and interested in the material, and fuck it I passed, that class was the hardest shit i've ever come across. lookin at it now, thats the worst grade ive gotten in college. hell, i think thats the worst grade ive gotten since middle school, and it certainly is the worst grade ive ever gotten where i put considerable effort into the class. its strange tho, even tho i got my ass kicked and barely scraped a C, i feel accomplished; that class, for all the hairs i lost over it, was a blast. tomorrow ill try an sort my ucla shit out quick like, i needa get on top of my shit already. summer kills me, all i wanna do is sleep and not exist anymore. by not exist i think i mean fall in a coma or somthin, just have everyone ferget about me, let my head just sort its shit out for a few monthes on its own. yeeeeea comas are great. not really. you get wat i mean tho rite? maybe?