I already mentally prepared myself for it. No bubble left to burst. No more emotions to flow. Just cold blank and ... callous.
And for good reason too because there was no possible option to raise it.
Oh well?
Although he tried to comfort me, in a way, by offering. "Oh, well, the grades might even be .3% off... maybe. I'll check," that wasn't enough. I lingered on those other words instead: "Oh, don't worry. Nobody's ever killed themselves over a B+ before."
^ Hah, wouldn't that make a really interesting headline though? ;)
Just kidding, guys. If you're wondering, don't worry. I'm fine. (Haha, that's what they always say.) No, seriously? I came home to a Taco Bell Crunchwrap and automatically forgot about the whole matter for... 5 minutes. But hey, as long as I keep stuffing myself with food, I won't be able to moan/drone/whine/mope about it, right? I shouldn't anyway.
Conclusion: If I ever become obese... go find Landshof.
On other matters, when I was down, a lot of people were there for me and I'm just really lucky to have those certain people in my life.
Which reminds me: today, in the car, Fiona articulated(?) some "words of wisdom" ... kind of:
Are you crazy because you think you're crazy or are you crazy because you think you're crazy?She should totally grow up to be a philosopher/psychologist one day. (Sarcasm intended. x_O")
BTW, SHE IS THE BEST MINI COMFORTER EVER. ♥
So thanks guys. For noticing/trying anywho.
I just realized... I have to go to school tomorrow. To class. To English. Oh dear, MOAN/DRONE/WHINE/MOPE all over again. Hah, let's make that my goal tomorrow. To totally screw the matter over and move on.
P.S. I should cry. I should curse. I should throw a bigger tantrum. But somehow I can't. I'm just kinda mentally talking myself through this.
Another conclusion: If I ever become mental (Ron Weasley's accent! :D), go find Landshof.
Oh, I forgot! IF you were wondering why I even mope about this, it's because grades make up who I am. As cocky and egotistic as I may sound, that's just my thing. My one goal in school. My only goal. Without my perfect slate, I just kind of lose track of who I am, I guess. It's just kind of new to me. That's all.
Oh well. No more killing myself over it. C'est la vie.
