The One That Got Away

Since I'm here anyways I might as well write about some other stuff.

I got my results back from my CFP exam.

The end.




I hate you CFP, you're like the hot girl at school that I can't get, yet you're in all my classes, sitting there teasing me. I spend the next few months building up all this courage and guts to come talk to you only to find out that you've dated everyone else but me, and that I have no chance because you can only date a certain number of guys each year. And then you tell me to try again in June.

I got 463, I think it's 500 to pass. I don't know what the exam is out of, and I haven't been able to find out but:

500 - 463 = I suck at life

Why can't you round up, ARGHHh! I printed out 463 in block letters and pinned it to my cubicle, as motivation. Maybe if I look at it every day I'd be motivated to pass the next exam. But it's more of a slap to the face now. Every time I look at it, it's like that drawing that you did in school; you know it's ugly, your friends know it's ugly, the teacher even knows it's ugly, but they put it up for everyone to see anyways. And it's got your name written right on it. You artistically challenged dufus.



I'm going to Puerto Vallarta in the first week of June. The next CFP exam is on June 14th. Which leaves me one week after my trip to study. Not that I'm saying I won't study before hand, but going on vacation two weeks before an exam that you've already failed is just asking for a bad ending. I have up until April 14th to decide whether I want to take the exam or not, if I don't take this one I can take the one in November.

I'll see how the Canucks do first, if they are doing well in the playoffs come mid April I'll just take it in November. I won't be able to study with the Nucks playing.