I'm about to go take my Japanese final in a couple hours. I'm going to fail it. Well, maybe not fail in the literal sense of the word, but do poorly enough that it will earn me a C in the class, meaning that I don't move on to the next level of Japanese. And, since I'm a film major, and I need three semesters of a language before I start production (explain the logic of that to me...), this means that I will be a semester late for that, meaning that I will be a semester late for graduating. I'll probably then miss some job I could have had, and then I'll never get work and die a lonely man in a gutter somewhere with nothing to my name - no films, no dreams, no love, no hope. If there were a river called the majestic Your-Fucked River, I'd be up it right about now, of course, paddleless.

posted at 8:45 AM
  

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