Well, it’s done. I have finally finished up my finals. As I said earlier, I already know I bombed my exam and I seriously didn’t do that hot with the project. Thanks to the wonders of the internet, I could hand that in up until 11:59pm tonight.

I was so burnt-out on it that I gave up trying to finish it and handed it in at 11:30pm.

Now I have to hurry up and get my Flash MX 2004 book so I can animate junk. Yay. Flash and JavaScript; one of them is bound to kill me. I just can’t decide which.

Anyway, I’m going to bed before I decide something else pisses me off for no other reason than I’m cranky. And I’m having tea tomorrow — not coffee. As Kit put it so aptly; I’m tired of having to piss like a racehorse.

Why do finals have to absolutely kill you? I BOMBED my programming final. Absotively, posilutely bombed. Q_Q

I swear, I’ve studied my ass off and I still bombed it. 90 questions right out of 165. I think that with this next round of textbook sales I’m going to burn a little money and get a bunch of used programming books so maybe I can figure out where I went wrong.

At any rate, that isn’t the reason for my rant. (While it’s a perfectly good reason, it’s not the reason aside from contributing to my already crabby mood.) Yes, it’s another “I want feedback, damnit” emo rant.

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