all of this started when i found out that the lab mid-term i thought i did an amazing job on? turns out i got a c. i have never, in my life, made a c on a test. i don't care how smarmy that comes across.
at first i was shocked (wha??), in denial (they graded with the wrong key!), and then pissed at myself for not studying more (you're an asshole, self). but then i thought "in what time could i have studied more?" on sunday morning, when i allow myself to catch up on all the primetime tv i haven't watched that week because i've been doing homework? do i dare take the one respite i have away, endangering the lives of my husband and animals?
and then i thought, "it's a friggin c. one. you've still got an a average, lesson learned, suck it up and do better next time." needless to say i will be finding out what happens on vampire diaries this sunday, per the usual.
does anyone even remember what we did before dvr, debit cards and whole foods? i have years of taped television specials with commercials for tab and play-doh and whatever else was hip in the late 80s/early 90s. i am so spoiled now that i won't even watch a show live. i'll switch back and forth between live and taped so i can skip the commercials.
if it's this bad now, what is it going to be in 20 years? they just beam the ads for anti-depressants and mcdonalds straight into the brain? as we slowly lose the ability to have conversations about anything other than the mcrib, will we even know what's going on?
eh, who am i kidding. i'll have macaroni and cheese'd myself into a coma long before then, requesting only that my eyelids be propped open for the television. what is life for if you don't find out what happens between damon and elena?
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