prezzel of passion

It must have been about 7:39 pm when I found out that I had failed my GTIII test again. Yes, again. Not that I hadn't seen it coming, however it still puts me down.
Mainly because I know at which point I lost my concentration. Oh yes, I can actually watch it in my head over and over and over and over and over again. Ok I wouldn't have hit the best mark if I would have been able to focus on the test but I might have passed it. 6% are missing to get a pass.
Oh well my result is based on luck. Pure luck. I have learned and I understood it. At least I thought so, however this test is just a nice example for an overkill.
But then again the thing that bugs me is not that I have failed (again), no it's simply that I lost my focus.
Sounds a little bit strange but I can't help but bother. It just nags me that I couldn't concentrate on the test. Hell I'm too emotional. And so predictable.
Let's hope that spring brings a change in the colours. This can't go on like this. And lets quote my dear friend at this point "hope dies last!"