MY STUPID GRADES STILL AREN’T UP ON STUPID PAWS.
And I am reacting quite rationally. Obviously.
(My chem final grade is up on D2L, however. Oh. It’s not pretty. This is me—>ME. 4.0<— that is my hopeful GPA for this semester. The massive gaping chasm in between them? Chemistry. Stupid. Stupid chemistry. That's okay. I'm trying to tell myself I'm not a bad person because I didn't get an A in chemistry. It would have been SO AWESOME THOUGH. Gah. Hatehatehatehate.)
Other than that, I discovered today that a.) spray paint is rather messy, b.) I don’t like spray paint, and c.) scrubbing the shower at Grandpa’s is as bad as scrubbing the shower at home but with stress and bitterness added on top. Fanfreakingtastic.
The spray paint was cool for like two seconds, and then not so much once the wind shifted and it looked as though I had just spent a shift in the coal mines.