its officially not my birthday anymore.

i woke up to call from amy wishing me a happy birthday. on my way out the door to campus, i found balloons taped to my front door and a home-made card for me courtesy of my fun but not-the-brightest-crayons-in-the-box neighbors.

i took a midterm this morning in statistical mechanics and thermodynamics that i failed miserably.

i sat through my other classes completely depressed that i did so poorly on that midterm.

i went to work where the kids drove me batty. little fucking heathens need to learn to listen to my words.

i've been studying since about 7:30. i should probably quit soon, i don't know how much i'm going to retain but i'm really worried about this midterm tomorrow. i have to do well because the midterm is for the professor that i work for in the lab. but i haven't spent enough time reviewing. i hate midterms week. everything piles up and you don't feel like you can give your best effort to everything. your best effort is divided up into all of your other responsibilities.