Not dead yet

Though dead week is coming. You'll know when that is. I seem to have acquired an urge to point out whether or not I am, in fact, dead.

ooo... I have stuff I could actually rant about today. Ranty-rant! I won't, though. Too lazy. Blaa.

I seriously can not remember the last time I went into finals with good grades. O.O This fact is breaking my brain almost as much as the studying. I'm not even failing my history class. The history class of dooooom... argh.

Assuming I don't fail my lab report, I have a chance of walking away from this semester with over a 3.0.

I'm fairly sure I will, however, fail my final lab report. Which sucks, as my lab is tied to my lecture grade, giving it a lovely chance for me to fuck that whole class up. The grades are rigged so that a slip can mean four credits of bad grade insted of one credit of worse grade and three credits of nice grade.

What really sucks is that 'fucking up' starts at a B. I would rather be able to turn cartwheels if I manage a B...

Yeah. No ranting here, and no whining either. Honestly.

And now I shall get my butt to class. yay.