So I haven't written a journal in over a month. It's not that there has been nothing to say, it's just that I've never taken the time to say it.
The semester is coming to an end, and I must say, my feelings about it are so tragically mixed that they are mostly just a little pile of mush. A rather pathetic example of this is that I will only have three more days of work; I am glad, because I won't have to get up early for work anymore, but I'm kinda sad, because I won't get to stalk the attractive math tutor anymore. For reals, though, I'm gonna miss my co-tutor, and kinda miss helping people. Well, I will miss helping people, I won't miss trying to figure out what their papers are saying.
Anyhow, I kinda wanted to do a journal today because something kinda exciting happened.
I JUST TOOK THE LAST MATH TEST I WILL EVER HAVE TO TAKE!!!!!!! Unless someone lied to me (which I sometimes fear is likely), really have just just taken the last test. I...I HAVE OVERCOME MATH! FOUR WHOLE SEMESTERS...and I HAVE WON!!! I'm feeling really pretty awesome about it. This is kinda a big thing for me. Like really big. I kinda actually don't have the words to quite express what it means to me. But let me say that handing the test to the teacher and literally running out of the classroom and down the hall was one of the most awesome and triumphant moments of my life.
So yeah. I'm happy. I'm happy about math. I'm happy about my painting class. I'm happy about plenty of stuff. Sure, there are the moments (cough*allofyesterday*cough) were I basically just fill like a piece of s*** that has been through a microwave. But I think it might be okay to say that on the whole, I'm happy. I don't want this semester to end, really, but I can live with it.
I feel like right about here I should say something really profound and/or warm and fuzzy, but I've honestly got nothing.