Raindrops

Some days just don't go your way, do they? And the day becomes a tumultuous catastrophe unlike anything else. I mean, when you woke up this morning, you had every intention of going to class. Funny, how stuff like that don't work out--how interviews fall through and grades plummet. I wonder how fast a GPA could tank when you stop trying to get up in the mornings--when you stop trying to be the hero everyone wants you to be.

Heh, welcome to Spidey-hell.

Sometimes, to be a hero, you have to give up what you most want, right?

Heh, right...about that... That's about as fickle as my mood swings.

My highs are more than 400 feet in the air, soaring weightlessly through the air and my lows are even below the cracked floorboards of the apartment building that I failed to pay the rent for. (The landlord is taking about eviction, in case you're interested. It doesn't help that the other tenants have been saying that they might have a pest problem. Apparently, there have been a case of spiders in our apartment building.)

With a little less than three weeks until winter break, I feel a little like this guy. Only he seems to have his stuff put together...