I'm begining to wonder

if God hates me or not. Seriously it seems that all I do right now is bitch about life.

So two Saturdays ago my cousin died, and I had to go to California for his funeral. He died of alcohol poisoning most likely. According to his sister it was his first time drinking, which I guess I can believe because he was always kind of nervous about those types of things. I'm actually kind of surprised he drank before he was 21.

Anyway I got back from California and found out that my stats class was going to have a test today. I asked for an extension, because I missed a whole chapter because I was in California helping with the funeral arrangments. He asked if I understood the material, and I said I understood the formulas, just not when to use them (which has always been my problem). He then was like, "I think you should take the test" so I did. I don't think I did good on this test at all. I'm now going to pray I get a C, because I didn't do good on the first one. I suppose I can retake the class if I need to. I'm just kind of pissed off about the whole thing, especially since I have a D before. I suck at school so bad.