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I am in the final countdown of this stupid portfolio shit. I have two more classes to write about (accounting and finance, so the hardest ones). Then, I have to proofread, put everything in order, and include blurbs on the examples of my work. I'm going to bitch and whine about it until I feel better, until it goes away, or until I'm blue in the face.
Carl and I stocked up this weekend. Finally, the cupboards and fridge are happy and full!
Dammit, I still have to take care of apartment shit this week.
We watched King Kong on Saturday night. Meh. My opinion sides with everyone elses. It was good, well done, but way too long. And it doesn't help you know poor King Kong dies in the end.
Ok, the only things I have left to say include more pointless bitching about this fucking portfolio.
Carl and I stocked up this weekend. Finally, the cupboards and fridge are happy and full!
Dammit, I still have to take care of apartment shit this week.
We watched King Kong on Saturday night. Meh. My opinion sides with everyone elses. It was good, well done, but way too long. And it doesn't help you know poor King Kong dies in the end.
Ok, the only things I have left to say include more pointless bitching about this fucking portfolio.