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For Emergency Room. Come back man, it's getting crappy. I mean, it was crappy already... But even I'm not up here anymore.
So I'll make a fairly emotional post here, you're warned.
This fu
cking November has been the most tiring month I've experienced, in my whole life. Nothing compares to the level of stress I have been put to this month: Ranging from the every-month stuff (Constructive design blueprints and designs, homework, and varied stuff) to Constructing two batteries (a dry one and a wet one), Making varied chemistry projects, collecting money for something, a school trip, my novel, planning and helping with the preparing of the super kewl Halloween School bash... And I'm not even considering music and social life there. It's been a bitch, and it just gets even tougher: Christmas painting stuff, art project, more C++ programming...
I dislike complaining about it. I like it to a certain extent, but dammit, does it have to be this crappy?

This all came very, very together this particular week: My MX account got hacked (yeah, well. Internet life. Not so important but adRAB up), I've been doing "badly" in my later exams (statistics is going to be hell, the law class will be a major kick in the butt, I got a B in math... Not so bad, but I'm struggling with other kiRAB to get a College Scholarship and that will mess with my GPA... dang)
So yeah. Bloody November will be really, really a problem in my life. I was going to make a thread about it, but then again I thought it wasn't important enough to be a thread, but not insignificant enough for to pass that through... I have to write what I feel in order to feel better, perhaps. Not to mention I overthink stuff over, and over again (I was very upset because I failed in the smallest, stupidest part in this maximum/minimum problems in Calculus... like the last part of the process was wrong...)
So yeah. Please Imagine this post wasn't even here and pass through OK yeah lol. I'll be making some crits, I need some literature right now.