Grades from Spring Term were finally posted today. As expected, I got an A in the computer class. I wasn't sure what I'd end up with in photography class. The grades on my assignments covered the A through B- spectrum with a C thrown into the mix. So when I saw the A next to that class on the transcript I was relieved and overjoyed!

This means the GPA creeps back up to 3.91. That C still lives on, but my over all transcript shows that that is an anomoly.

My joy was, nonetheless, dampened when my hormones reared their ugly little hormonal heads and I suddenly realized that if I didn't have a BIG VAT OF GUMMY BEARS in front of me within 15 minutes, I'd burst into tears. I packed my self off to the corner Blockbuster because they sell BIG VATS OF GUMMY BEARS. (As an aside, I'd gladly pay an extra $5/mo if Netflix delivered a packet of popcorn or Gummy Bears every week with my movies!) Just as I approached the rack with the Gummy Bears, a man swooped in and took what looked like the last BIG VAT OF GUMMY BEARS! I choked back a sob, pushed up my sleeves and was about to kick off my sandals so I could take his non-PMSing, male ass DOWN. Just as I was preparing to leap over the rack of Pre-Viewed movies for sale and put him in a headlock, one last BIG VAT OF GUMMY BEARS quietly slid down the shelf.

I don't remember my correspondences, so I can't say which god or goddess is responsible for the dispensing of BIG VATS OF GUMMY BEARS...but me and my hormones owe him/her/it a great debt of gratitude. And Mr. Non-PMSing Male Movie Renter owes his very life to this benevolent and on-the-ball diety!

Fact of Life: When you're a college student, and/or in the middle of PMS, a tub of Gummy Bears is a perfectly acceptable supper. And slipping into a post- BIG VAT OF GUMMY BEARS sugar coma ought to gentle me right down, so no maniacal rantings--or headlocks--for the cats or neighbours or unsuspecting movie renters to deal with!

It's all good!