That is what I feel like right now. A failure. A loser. A Bum. An indolent dork.

I just walked out of my Chemistry II final. It was awful. I should have studied better. I have horrid study skills. I need to make an A in that class and I'm not going to now, after that doosey. Imagine with me 100 questions overchemical reactions of compounds, not to mention naming them, and knowing their properties. Not my cup of tea, really. Oh, and my chair squeaked the whole time. I was permanently bent into a really uncomfortable position for over an hour and a half because every time I moved- "EEEeeKk!" No one else's desk squeaked. I was in the front row.

I also, now that I have really short hair, have bed-head today. I mean a real, permanent huge cow-lick in a random spot on the back of my head. And a few others around. That's a new one for me, bed-head. I sympathize with you boys.

*Sigh* I am putting on some red, sparkly lip-gloss. It's helping me feel better already. Yay for lip-gloss.