Who needs luck when you know we're gonna fail anyway?

I am just taking a study break. I'm trying to cram in Chemistry in my brain. I'm worried about this. I mean, there is no hope of passing, but still...still stressed out. You know? And when I say there is no hope of passing, this is not me being modest, I really mean there is no hope of passing. You know there are twenty-three days left? Yeah, its true. Just twenty-three. After Wednesday, I swear, I'll feel better about this. But right now, I can only see a fiery inferno of tests and presentations in the way of this happiness.

What did you do today? Oh, I just had a family gathering at my aunt's house. Then we went to the batting cages. That was awesome. I can only think of my deep regret for never trying out for the softball team. Which reminds me of the equally deep regret for never re-trying out for the basketball team. You know why? I don't want to be cocky or anything, but I fucking kick. And you might wonder what I kick. So I must tell you. I kick ass. Ass, yo.

Yeah, I watched SNL yesterday, well actually, a little bit, and Adrian Brody is not that funny.

I've been on my break for fifteen minutes now. Holy shit. Fifteen minutes, and I actually feel like I should study more. Ladies and gentlemen, I think I am growing up. Oh-shit-yes. P.s. I propose we go out to the batting cages sometime. You know why? I fucking kick.