…because fate itself could not be so cruel.
That’s kinda harsh, but pure science means that things happen in an almost random sense. Like me missing my final that I thought was scheduled at 1:30 but in fact was at 8:00. It’s amazing, I blame it on the fact that all my other finals were at 1:30 and just subconsciously assumed. The more amazing part is that Elizabeth assumed hers was at 1:30 and it was at 10:30. That’s just weird. Luckily, her professor let her send in the essays they were going to do and all should be fine. After much depression I heard back from my professor and I get to take mine at 80%. Which, in all honesty, is still going to hurt. I should go on about how the easier the class is the worse I do, but I don’t feel like it.
So finals went poorly, made people hate me at SRA, my computer might have a virus (but it doesn’t look like it), I have to take a sunday final and couldn’t party with the others, I feel like I’ve lost my ability to be optimisitc, I think the childlike dreams that I had are almost completely ruined, I have to spend a sufficient amount of money in a few days for a lease, I’ve gotten sick in my head and my stomach, then got sick in my chest region (heart) and now I just don’t know anymore. Everything seems to go wrong at the same time (hence the opening line.)
I know I have the same problems as everyone else and that’s why I usually just ignore it and go on with life. I’m just being forced to evaluate the situation right now, so I am, but coming to the same inconclusive results.
All I know is chipotle can bring happiness to a sad tummy.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost
shatter the clouds of despair