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[xiaohouzi]

As could easily be suspected, I should be doing something else right now. Even eating tasty tortilla chips would be more productive, but then, when is it ever a bad time for tortilla chips? Hmmm, tasty. At anyrate, thought I'd weigh in real quick here. So like, I just turned in my first paper this year, so we'll see how that goes. In characteristic fashion I finished it at 8am for my 9am class. Considering I didn't really get going 'till midnight, I'm afraid that it was indeed a day of paper. Meh, I like how it turned out. But really, it wasn't my fault! Well, not my fault that my procrastination became extended beyond what even I had intended. You see, I was going to start on my paper in earnest like, after dinner that night, around say 7pm .. ish. But alas, I was brutally maligned by a vicious attack on my person! The culprit? A truly awful class called, "Physical Wellness". I believe that I ranted about this particular gem in an earlier post, and might I just say that it indeed manifested in all its unholy glory and more on that fateful Tuesday. Yes, that was the day of my 1 and 1/2 mile run. Now, before you jump to conclusions, yes, I do infact strive, strive for the most sedentary lifestyle possible while still maintaining my girlish figure. And thanks to a metabolism that would have killed me had I not had access to food aplenty, this lifestyle was indeed markedly sedentary. Praise God. Enter the devil. Apparently here at Bethel, they took Pauls words about not being a lazy bum to heart, and felt that it was in fact good for one to move about in absurdly exertious fashion. Any thinking individual will readily see that it was divine providence which led to such things as escalators, conveyor belts, elevators, and hopefully soon teleportation devices rendering such obsolute things as biomechanical SELF-propulsion a rather laughable affair. But I so heavily digress. I, in view of my ultimate goal of graduating submitted myself to the trials of movement and the harsh mistress of physiology. Cruelly she wracked my body with spasms, tearing at the very core of my being with her claws raking my innards leaving them sad sad shredded things, not even pitiable so degraded were they left. Nevertheless, with a will to rival the unruly hair of Don King himself, I finished the trek with nary a wheeze but many a gasp. And what of my body? Well, despite all my attempts to reduce it to the lowest common denominator, it seemed unforseen bouts of exercise left me in a position to run such an epic distance essentially none the worse for wear. My legs weren't sore, my arms, breathing, everything was fine. Ohhh.. but wait. It would seem in a cruel twist of irony that due to my near impeccable physicue, my one kryptonite was the most unexpected thing. My body was not used to being winded. As my, as you all are well aware, ample muscle mass provided the means to complete all the myriad demands placed upon it with minimal effort, I was unprepared for introduction to respiratory exhaustion. In laymans, I'm such a lazy cur that I haven't breathed hard for a long time in years. Consequently, when i ran the mile and a half, and subsequently breathed fairly hard for several minutes I over taxed the muscles used TO BREATHE. Apparently there called inner-costal muscles. The the things in your ribcage used to expand it for like, breathing. true story. so they were so unused to being worked like that. Bam! at around 7pm.. ish, they started to get sore. At first I thought it was mild allergies combined with very mild asthma, as it was a slight funny feeling in my chest. So I did an inhaler, was on allergy medecine like claritin or whatever and tried to write my paper. But NOOOOOO! The class insistent on making me well actually caused me physical pain, and nearly academic loss. I had this paper due at 9am the next morning and couldn't write as the pain had increased to much more signifigant levels. It would have killed a lesser man, (not a word, no! stop it, not one!) but I persevered. Eventually after a visit from my mom (I told you, not a word!!!) who checked out my heart and lungs and stuff to make sure I wasn't having a heart attack or some retarded allergic reaction, decided yes, I was just sore. I took some tylenol, iced my ribcage, and at around midnight started my paper.

So there you have it.

Oh, also, I got the results back for my first test. I did pretty well ...best in class hooray! but not perfecft :(
and like, about half the class failed so this test was curved as well by adding 10% to everyone's score ... yes.. :)
So different from almost failing out of school. Shame I couldn't have stayed at the Purdue, as if my last semester were any indication, I could have done just as well there. Oh and you guys. But seriously, how are all you people? Any plans for grad school?

And OMG!!!! There's this thing called "Project Revolution" which is a mod for Warcraft III: Frozen Throne, that makes Starcraft Broodwar 3D!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's like 80% done. I'm very excited. I will have a computer with a cd drive to play it on when it comes out.

Okase,
buh bye!