I predict doom and gloom.

So I'm pretty much positive that I won't get the 2.5 because I fail so hard at school. Today I had my Media Tech final, where the frenchman pretty much shat over everything, and i basically made myself look like an ass. then a buncha classmates essentially told me I need to put in more effort, and that I fucked up badly on a bunch of parts of my paintings. Yeah. That was awesome. It was supposed to end at noon, but as per tradition, the teachers took longer than usual. I didn't stay.
Later on, I proceed to recieve an IM from a classmate where he basically says that everyone thinks I need to re-assess my life because I'm just fucking around now.
Yeah, no shit sherlock, shut the fuck up.

So then my sister proceeds to text me about how oh, my family is worried about me because I've been distancing myself. I respond with how maybe itf they would stop being so shallow and telling me that I'm fat and gross to my face, that maybe I wouldn't be such a dick to them. She says oh, we just care about you and dont want you to get super fat and like, die of a heart attack. Surrrre. I don't doubt they care about me, but they sure have a funny way of showing it.

On top of this, I'm fairly certain that I won't be able to get the 2.5 gpa that I need to stay in school, seeing as I'm on academic Probation. So yeah, i fail. I'm tempted to say fuck it and just not go to my last final, because I'm sure I've failed. I know that i wont get better than a C-, because that's so awesome.

Merry Fucking Christmas guys.