Like Ben Franklin said, "I didn't fail the test. I found a 100 ways to do it wrong."

Fuuuuuuuccccckkkk!

So I studied. I mean, I really really fucking studied more or less non stop for the last three days for my accounting midterm (yes, can you believe it's "mid term" already?). I thought I had a grasp on this shit. Then I got to the test and my mind...went...blank... I got overwhelmed, nearly passing out from the stress. Numbers spun around and danced in my head like Sesame Street puppets.

I think I failed.

And I think having to take this class is total fucking bullshit. I'm a fucking HR major! I can hire someone to do managerial accounting. I have no ambition of ever owning my own company and there is zero chance of me ever finding myself in a position in which I'm going to have to use activity based costing to figure out the cost per DVD player manufactured. And if I do happen to find myself in that position, one of you better promise to put me out of my misery.

"But you need to know something about accounting. How else will you balance your check book."

Fuck you. I balance my check book to the penny. Always have. It's addition and subtraction, not brain fucking surgery. Hell, unless I'm in a foriegn country, I don't even use ATMs that belong to other banks because I'm afraid I'm not going to total the fees correctly. I can budget my bills and spending money just fine. And even when I occassionally fall into a pit of retail therapy, I even have a plan for that payback immediately. What more fucking accounting could I possibly need?

I'm so worked up about this. I'm now on my second Red Nectar of the evening and I've barely been home an hour. It's the only way I foresee myself sleeping tonight.