I finally got my grades back for the semester, and fucking hell, what did I do?! I got a C in HTML. How did that happen? I’m GOOD at HTML, and my page looked awesome. And ugh, I got an F on my screenplay writing final. My instructor told me it was because I didn’t follow his formatting rule (which is a bullshit format that they stopped using in the 1970s). He said my story showed remarkable promise, and that he truly felt it was one of the best screenplays he’d read from a student all year, but that I messed up on the format too often. Uh, yeah. That’s my life. Welcome to it.

At least I got a decent grade in History and US Politics. I would have really been surprised if I didn’t do well in those… I poured my heart and soul into those final essays. I could have convinced Reagan himself that the barter system wasn’t such a bad idea.

Otherwise, things are going well. Still talking to Melissa. Keep thinking something’s going to go wrong though. Like, maybe she’s actually a Moogle or something. I don’t think I can date a Moogle. It’s just not for me.

I keep going to San Francisco; at least twice a month. It’s really nice to get away from the family. I’ve realized that I don’t like to be alone, but I don’t want to be with them. I just want to be with people who are like me.