I called Bex right after the CS 61a exam, which quite frankly was horrible. I stood in front of Professor Dan as he corrected the paper. In my mind, I had envisioned me walking out happily because I had passed with flying colors. However, I was yanked back to earth when Professor Dan pointed out that my second answer to the second problem was incorrect. After I came back to my dorm, I promptly called Bex. Marisol didn't know where she was...tsk tsk roommates are supposed to know! Then again, I never know where my roommates are.
I lamented the outcome of the exam and asked Bex if she thought the second problem was hard. She's incredibly lucky that she didn't have to take the placement exam because she passed CS3. Fortunately she said yes, it was difficult and I was happy.

Oh and Professor Dan wrote a "?-" on my exam. Whatever that could mean...

I still want to take a Simpsons de-cal class. It sounds way too cool.

After a few days of misery, I feel somewhat better although it was funny how I always returned to a ridiculous thought--if I died, will you come to my funeral?
No, no I am still alive.

It's funny how I always think like that. It's almost like that question mark minus. It's a fantasy of mine that when I do leave this world, I hope that everyone would say, "Ah, yes...I realize now that she is a good person."

One breath, two breath, three breath.

Yesterday, in order to make me feel better (in the most sadistic way possible), I began reading through scribbles. I became less miserable when I read some entries that were very sad...and mournful. Yet most entries are filled with conflicts among relationships. I guess that's what conflicts at this age is about. Oh and there was one girl who had 400 entries. So I don't think I have to worry for another 280 days. The scribble server must be okay...

I have no more food. I am hungry.

I don't have shampoo either. Who wants to smell my hair?

?-!!!!!!!