I bombed a Greek exam and failed to turn in a book report.
I also adopted a kitten and worked 30 hours.
My future is growing dim; I can see it fading before my very own eyes. I'm one step closer to becoming that lonely, undesirable, crazy cat lady who buys cashmere for her cat: incompetent when it comes to sustaining any kind of relationship, let alone a romantic one because she flunked out of college and ended up in a call-center 50 hours a week for the rest of her sad, pathetic, feline ridden life.
So, okay: I over-exaggerate.
I also use rhetorical tautology a lot.