I'm such a Failure

My simple weekend goal of finishing a book is looking less and less likely. Reasons for this failure are as follows:

• Kerry.
  
• Heroes, the TV show Kerry talked me into watching on Friday. My Saturday afternoon I'd seen the entire season to date. Its somewhat addictive. Kerry knew it and he let me start anyway.
• Wings. Melissa, Dana, and I went to Wild Wings for dinner and ate a metric ton of spicy goodness. At my new weight of 467 lbs I am unable to fit through my door, and my book is trapped in my room, helpless and alone.
  
• Diane Keaton. Melissa and I went to see "Because I Said So". It was so funny and wrong. My favorite combination.
• Da Bears. Any hope of a last minute recovery tomorrow is shot.
  

So there you have it. What seems like a very nice weekend is actually a series of unfortunate events preventing me from finishing the very exciting Marie Antoinnette novel. Ugh! Curse my popularity and good taste in television, food, films and sports!!!

40 minute break

Having taken two tests, I have a short break before the third commences.

I failed Thermo with impressive style. Keep in mind I'm not one of those people who dramatically thinks they fail everything. Nor am I a humble person. On the contrary, I like to brag when I know I've done well. And here I have not. On the up side, it seemed like every person in the class failed as well. So if I failed less horribly than my classmates I should make it all up in the curve.

My Public Speaking test was funny. My teacher is very creative. She found ways to make the simplest concepts in the world seem like the 2nd or 3rd simplest. I'm predicting an A-.

Now I'm going back to studying my quality engineering stuff.

Later-
Abby

Who needs a 4.0 anyway?

One down. Three to go.

I managed to relax about my tests a lot today when I remembered that I don't care. If I do bad, it isn't the end of the world. I can still graduate from college and will still be able to find a job, a husband, a house with a white-picket fence and 2.5 kids, all while curing cancer.
This is not the presiding feeling amongst college students. Most seem to believe that one low test score is the event that leads to living in a box on the street and naming your collected pieces of garbage. That does not reduce test anxiety.
I disagree.

Ok. That's all for now, back to my books.