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Exam

So I’m going to take an exam in Business Finance in about an hour. If I do well, I’ll probably pass the course. If I bomb it, then I’ll have to repeat it. And I really, really, hate this class.

But I don’t expect I’m going to do well. Even with the spreadsheets I put on my PDA so that I can cheat, I don’t think I’m going to do well. I don’t know any of the material from one of the three chapters.
Why? Because it’s utterly meaningless and incomprehensible to me. I will never use any of this knowledge. It might be fine for Finance majors, but I’M A FRIGGIN’ COMPUTER GEEK! I WRITE PROGRAMS AND BUILD WEB PAGES! WHY THE FUCK DOES ANYONE THINK THAT I SHOULD HAVE TO KNOW THIS?!

Ugh…

Starting at the beginning

[I’m still in the process of putting this blog together, but I wanted to have a post of some sort in place. I’m planning on putting up all the posts from my old diary-x.com blog up, so I’m starting there. This was the first post I ever wrote for a blog. It’s not very good.

Oh, and don’t be too impressed by the blog layout. It’s very cool, but I didn’t come up with it. It was a theme I downloaded. I have little or no artistic skill, and there’s no way I could have come up with this on my own. –Marc]

So… weblog… yeah…

I don’t know if I’m actually going to write at this thing every day. I don’t know that I’ll always have something to say. My girlfriend continues to impress me with the quality of her daily posts.

I realize that my current layout here sucks. I’ll work on that. I just don’t have a lot of time to devote to this sort of thing right now.

Anyway, I wanted to comment on what a miserable day this has been. Great note to start off on, eh?

So I was going to get up around nine so that I could get some shit done before class. I hit the snooze button until 10:30 instead.

Then–and here’s the biggie–I get a terse email from a friend of mine informing me that he doesn’t want me to email him anymore. I’m taking this to mean “Don’t ever contact me again, you piece of shit.” Plus, he’s told his girlfriend not to talk to me anymore. Granted, I deserve it for what I did. (No, I won’t say what I did.) So, there you go: two good friends down the toilet. I should always start the day with a big bowl of Depressios with curdled milk.

This was followed by a series of relatively insignificant events that sucked.

* The liquor store and the grocery store were both out of woodchuck. How the hell can I make snakebites if I only have Guiness, but no cider?!

* I’m so ridiculously behind in one of my programming classes that I don’t know if I can ever catch up.

* I got a letter yesterday from the water department threatening to cut off my service. Just because my bill is several weeks late. Christ.

* Received a similar threat from my cell phone company today.

So that’s about it. Maybe I can finish off the day by getting food poisoning or gangrene.

Shit.