Delivery

Just yesterday, I was pouring my heart out to Sarah and whined about how fucking miserable I felt, and how it wouldn't be fair for anything more to go wrong in my life. I felt down about pretty much everything: not having any money, not being able to get a job, not exercising enough, not being as committed to learning guitar as I should be, etc etc.

Yet today, I find myself feeling strangely... content: Like I'm doing as well as could be expected, considering the circumstances.

The reasons as to why I don't feel like slitting my wrists right now is likely these:

1) My new teachers at Komvux (Swedish Adult Education...) were positive when I asked about the possibilites of doing my studies at home, instead of going to class. I was convinced they would be real mean bastards and tell me to either come to class or go fuck myself, but they didn't, for which I'm eternally grateful. Perhaps this whole "improving my High school grades" will actually work out this time.

2) After having hounded my uni teachers through the entire summer, they finally told me I had earned a pass in their classes, and it boosted my spirits enormously. Though I still won't get any money from CSN, at least I only need 3 more credits until I'm entitled to financial aid again. I realize a meteor will probably fall on my head tomorrow as punishment for me being positive, but if that happens, I'll have a good excuse as to why I haven't done my homework :D

3) I have been looking for an opportunity to complete some of the required work experience for admittance to Vet school (Yes, I know it's about four years left, so shut up!), and I finally got the boss of our local veterinary clinic on the phone. It's not a sure deal yet, but with some good riddance, I'll be embarking on my work experience a couple of weeks from now.

If I could become a guitar god, get accepted to CCNY, and win the lottery by Christmas, Life would be perfect.

xXx,
Avaiva