Short-Change.
First weekend where I don't have to worry about what assignments is due the next week. This semester sucked so much dick it made MY jaw hurt. What the fuck was going through my mind scheduling my two worst subjects math and foreign languages, specifically Statistics and Spanish 102, not only the same semester but the same goddamned day? Now of the clincher. Enter final exam week. I have an oral interview in Spanish that I have to memorize. I had been studying this thing for four days straight. In the introduction I tell what the date of the day is, which would be the date of the exam. Here I am for four days, "Hoy es el diez de Diciembre, Hoy es el diez de Diciembre" (that's the 10th of December for those of you who are worse at this shit then I am). I knew my Spanish exam was at 12:30, so I was leaving my house at 11:00 to make sure I'm there on time. About halfway to school (which is an hour from my home, by the way) I am overcome by confusion, which quickly turns to panic and then anger as I come to the realization that the date was actually the 9th. That meant that the Spanish exam was actually the following day. That meant that the exam that I was actually supposed to be going to was for my Statistics class. Ok, break it down. It's Tuesday the 9th (not the 10th), the exam of the day was Statistics (not Spanish), and the time of the exam was for 10:15-12:15 (not 12:30-2:30).

TIME: 11:00
It takes 15 minutes at deathwishing, road rage speed to get back home because, of course, my calculator is there and not in the car where it had never left before all semester long.
TIME: 11:15
It takes 35 minutes to get to my university after retrieving my calculator from my house, and an additional 15 to get across campus and to the class room.
TIME: 12:05
It is here that I create an elaborate and ingenius story that was utterly free of holes that involved my car breaking down, girlfriends being called from work, borrowing of other cars, etc., etc., etc.
Success! I am told that I can take the exam on the following morning.....the day that my Spanish exam is......and only if I bring in documentation proving that my car had been towed or worked on or anything that shows that my car wouldn't start.

Ok, the whining of this entry has gotten so bad that, I'm going to sleep (the Vicodin has nothing to do with it). Anyway, I gotta go pick up sYN and oRPHAN. Tonight is sYN and sNAKE'S birthday party. Oh, and I got my first new car today. It's a black '04 Nissan Sentra. That is all.