Failure

I think I bombed my accounting final.  As I said before, I don't know what's going on this quarter, but I'm getting knocked down one bit at a time.  I think I might even have to retake my accounting class.  Going from a A- last quarter in the first section of the MGT131 to a possible D or F in MGT131B is simply depressing.  I don't think  I can go on.

On another note, some guy from my accounting class came up to talk to me at burger king after the final.  He was talking to me a bit then order came up and I went to grab it.  After that, he stopped talking and until I initiated the conversation.  He wasn't very talkative after that.  Sigh, another screw up.  So what exactly do I have?  Academic prowess? Nope, that shit is going down the gutter.  Sociability? Nope.  Nine fucking months and I haven't accomplished anything.  In fact I LOST friends.  I accidentally scared the shit out of Eric of building one.  I accidentally pissed off Shannon of building eight.  I terminated contact with Phoebe in an absolutely horrible way.  I continued to hold a grudge against Julie until the bitter end and pissed off Ian in the process.  It's hopeless.  I failed.  I accomplished nothing.  I'm a failure.  I wish my parents' weren't such superstitious idiots and actually bought life insurance for me.  If they did, I would've play chicken with a tractor trailer a long time ago.

Note to self:  Never interrupt a person when they are talking to you.