*sigh*

[godream]

There is a downside to living among a whole bunch of other teenagers, and it (or at least one of them) is this: one can leave one's pan drying in the dish rack before going to bed and find it filled with congealing soup the next morning. I feel like I shouldn't mention it, I'm just whining, it's not a big deal, but it's frustrating 'cause I hate washing dishes and I washed that one once already. Argh.

Calculus test this afternoon, which I am not looking forwards to. Also I have approximately a million e-mails that I need to respond to sooner or later, preferably sooner. And I need to go find a job. Stupid responsibilities.

ETA: Calc test was just as painful as anticipated. More so. Some of you are rolling your eyes now -- "sure, whatever, that probably means you think you got a *gasp* A-minus right?" -- but no, not exaggerating. Doing well on the first test definitely made me way too overconfident.

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I'm totally kicking myself because I know I could have done better. It wasn't that it was hard so much as I was dumb. -- But yeah, you're right, it's really not the end of the world, and eventually I'll tame the spazzing reflex. (I hope.) *beats down subconscious high school standards* :P