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Tuesday, July 11, 2006

my girlfriend's making me a martyr

what must it be like for, say, Superman when he flies towards the lair of Lex Luthor, knowing that he might not be there anymore for another movie sequel? hell, let's not go too far. what must it be like for a soldier marching to war, aware of his probable death? what thoughts go through the heads of those who are in the moments before life-changing/ending ordeals?

i think i know. thursday is D-day. a time of reckoning. a long test in Accounting. [haha. akala niyo no'?!] my girlfriend's wrath will be felt on that day. how i deal with her will be the ultimate gauge for my scholastic excellence [screw excellence. try survival.]. today i believe i spent 8 hours balancing accounts and solving short problems. and i feel it still isn't enough. i'm nowhere near ready for thursday. and yet, despite imminent hell, i find myself in front of the interactive boob tube playing a game of rant and rave.

there are A LOT of distractions and let-downs all around me right now. there's no sense being emo about all of them. people notice it in my face though. there's a tinge of sadness at the tip of my cheek. the ironic thing is, the one thing that's helped me NOT become emo and has served as my outlet, is Accounting. yes, my girlfriend loves me enough to get me through these tough personal debacles, and i love her equally for it. haha.

it's tough when your parents both have good math skills and you're given the odd, recessive gene of... artsy-fartsy-ness. believe me, this time, i'm trying my very best to do my very best. but like that old song goes, "i did my best, but i guess my best wasn't good enough..." haha. sometimes, it's either 'you got it or you don't'. anything math related is really NOT my cup of tea. i think i'd do better in any other subject. sigh. i'd seriously rather do a long paper rather than go through another balance sheet. but then, as far as cliches go, 'you gotta do what you gotta do'. haha.

so here i go. off to do another long problem. please let this week be over. i'm looking forward to so many good things this weekend. please please please.


the adventure ended at 6:33 PM

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