Good-bye, 'till I get my head right.

It was supposed to be all over yesterday. I'd go in there, focus, get my score and be done. I was supposed to be pleasantly surprised at how well I'd do, at least according to a friend, who said he didn't even break 1000 on his practice exams yet ended up with a 1200. And since the highest I'd gotten was an 1130, I thought, damn, I'm gonna murder this thing.

Damn.

I'm signed up to take the GRE again.

I can't remember the last time I sobbed so pathetically hard over a grade-related thing. But sob I did, 'till my eyelids swelled and my face hurt. The boyfriend offered comfort and said all the right things, but I still cried, cried, cried, thinking, you stupid, stupid bitch.

Needless to say I probably won't be blogging anytime soon. I need to study for the GRE every day until Take Two, occurring on November 11. And I need to catch up in school. And start exercising again.

I don't know if anyone still reads my blog, but let me tell you, I'm really fucking sad that I can't devote entire afternoons to writing in here anymore. The day of the GRE I entertained my visions of blog grandeur. I was going to tinker with the layout and add some really sweet features. I was going to blog about the fortune cookie message I received Friday night, which said, clothes make the man. Go shopping.

But I've got to try again at the GRE. I've got to study more. So long, blog-o-sphere. I won't be back 'till I get my head right, as we say it where I'm from.