"I'm 'Enry the eigth I am. 'Enry the eigth, I am-I am.
I got married to the widow next door.
She's been married seven times before."

Well, that's all folks! I went into Historiography and figured that I'd failed the damn thing. I'm pretty sure I did because it took me about an hour. The rest of the class is still in there. Bad sign? I think so. Anyway, I guess I can walk and do this f*cking class over in the summer. Don't know how I will pay for it, but the lord works in mysterious ways. Kind of f*cked me up this time around, but at least he's getting a laugh out of it. He's probably saying, "Let's make the fatboy dance for his grades". Well, it was a good run.

I'm probably being stupid. I actually think I did good, but every time I think that, something always ends up messing up. Well, it's time for a change!!!!

I did bad ass! I kicked ass! I don't know how I remembered so many historians. Even if I did badly in the test, at least I can come out with the satisfaction that I can actually learn things on historians. I'm too cool and I actually beleive that I can possibly do anything. The above statements are bogus. I actually feel that I did good. YEah ME!!!
Had you going there for a minute, didn't I?!?! Don't worry. I'm happy for how the test went.