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Mondays, wednesdays and fridays mean four hours of classes in a row, or as I call it, the "rip the band-aid off" style of learning. I'm so exhausted, but I have to translate some Japanese for the audited class, write up a budget for the Go club to take to the Senate budget committee, write at least a page of my study-abroad essay, and start on homework for the three real classes.
And this is just for tomorrow. Between projects, Ebony dance rehearsals, and drum practice, I have to figure out which of two girls to pursue (which is hard enough, considering most people don't have time to pursue one girl at all here). On that note, someone told me the other day that the only relationships they see work out here are ones in which the girl asks out the guy.
(Jon)<---(impatient guy)
Hmm.
Oh yeah, and I actually had better go to work this term, so as not to get fired.
*scratches head*
I may want to set some time aside to asexually clone myself.
And this is just for tomorrow. Between projects, Ebony dance rehearsals, and drum practice, I have to figure out which of two girls to pursue (which is hard enough, considering most people don't have time to pursue one girl at all here). On that note, someone told me the other day that the only relationships they see work out here are ones in which the girl asks out the guy.
(Jon)<---(impatient guy)
Hmm.
Oh yeah, and I actually had better go to work this term, so as not to get fired.
*scratches head*
I may want to set some time aside to asexually clone myself.