I'm done for. really truly done for. This is it. I have truly, completely screwed up.
And whats my excuse? Dance? Poor excuse. Its not like I perform for the Russian Ballet.
What else have I got? Mental trauma? snort.
Anything else? Social life. REALLY? REALLY? You've completely totally given up working because you have too many places to be?

But its done. Yup. I just missed my deadline. There it goes. 10%. Whistling, as it slides down the drain. Why? Because I didn't find it convenient. It was just too much of a bother. It wasn't even too much work. In fact, it was hardly any work at all. But it was too much of bore. So I just didn't do it. But there it goes. My honors. everything. Gone going gone. Gone gone gone.

And I'm sitting here. and watching my bloodpressure climb and my grades plummet. But strange enough, I'm just taking a deep breath and going out for a drink.