Bathetic Introspection

This weekend marked the capstone of a long string of entirely diabolical weeks. Monday's speech presentation (to be posted) marked the final of my solo projects thus do, leaving only a couple group projects to worry about. I did pretty well considering how royally I screwed up. Basically, my seasonal allergies hit Sunday night, and combined with just a bit more heat than the previous nights and a curve ball weekend schedule, I had an abysmal sleep. Therefore I completely expected the overnap I took, but expecting it only made it worse. Luckily, I've made it to that class every day and on time (which is more than I can say for previous semesters), and I think that the teacher is going to overlook it. (This even includes a class period in which I wasn't even enrolled in the class.)

Before the allergies, one of the curveballs was the unannounced downing of the University's webserver that contained my Fraternity's webpage. Being still the only guy with technical knowledge of the website I made sure a backup was up by the end of that day, much as I would rather have worked on other things.

Another part of the pain of this weekend were a few awful bouts of introspection. The main one, on Saturday night, I can blame only on myself because it was partly alchohol that caused the depression and anger. I worked on my tourette's-like cursing. My 21st birthday is this coming Monday and I was thinking about how little I've accomplished. Here I am, shitty GPA, no job, and no relationships with the fairer sex. I'm at that point in my academics that the starting point is off past one horizon and the ending point I assume is past ...