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His intentions are clear, he wants to be well liked?

Winter term officially ended at 5:20 this morning. Not that I was procrastinating, well, at least not as bad as I usually do. I only left five assignments until the “last minute”. Personally, I’m very proud of my new outlook on procrastination; no longer will I leave ten assignments to waning hours of a term, but rather, only four or five. I should have done this years ago.

Oh and do have a happy and productive St. Patty’s day.

What does that mean that I remind you of money?

I’m putting off a paper right now, so indulge in my procrastination… I am the procrastination king! Let it be known. I am very good or as the Germans would say in German “sehr gut!” Classes are good, well, maybe except for Ancient Philosophy; amazingly dry lectures followed by paper assignments that are as broad as the lectures are dry. I am kicking some major butt in German; I just got back my big test and scored an “A-“. I don’t know which dark and scary recess of my brain this comes from but I hope it doesn’t run out… it is nice being slightly successful in school. Being an RA is good, I got to go on a hike last weekend and I get to go on another hike this weekend at Kentucky Falls. Don’t ask me where it is, ’cause I don’t know. Residents are good, except for two very small, very insignificant problems, this is a cake walk… especially if I keep on beating my residents at Hockey on the Play station 2. Don’t worry I didn’t buy one, they own it. Being me is good. I know I don’t say that often enough, but right now it is actually pretty cool to walk around as myself. I realize that I get down on myself sometimes but I see that more as a time for introspection and examination. Eh. I intentionally left out a name out of my last update… it just didn’t seem like I should be broadcasting such things at that time. And again I will leave out her name to make any of you people who are actually interested in what’s going on with me, have to call me. Bwahaha. I like being dastardly.Ps- I get to meet her parents this weekend… eep. That’s a good eep, mind you.