Nothing, nothing Id ith getting stho hard to breadth becuz of thith sthtupid cold that is sthtarting in my head. Achoo achoo. SNnnrk. Achoo.

My week has been really, really good. I am enjoying all my classes, even though some seem torturously not arriving at any specific point yet. I don't like courses where we beat around the bush for a semester, and have to go into tests with vague concepts to spew back out. I am a living breathing thinking person! SNnnrk... achoo. Also, I am elated to learn that the amount of work is something that will keep me buzzing away busily for the semester, though it has all of a sudden become imperative that I become an organized time structuring being. Organized? Not slacking off? No allnighters? More than one midterm? What? It's like I have to start being an academic or something.

Fenton and I have been hanging out at precariously arranged lunch times, and that has been nice too. No longer do I just drift around exploring campus with food hanging out of my mouth. It sucks that Mr. Smith has his labs starting at the exact time we two get our lunch arrangements. Friday has been cleared for the new Mr.Smith coffee time, though as it goes, an exact time is never really set until a day prior. SNnnrk. Achoo.

I thought I had something pretty important to say, but I don't think I do. I don't feel silly lately though, which is a relief. I feel normalesque, smart, witty and of course, look like a fox, as always. Speaking of which, I got my headshot at le papier changed. I call it "waiting for the bus." No one gets to see it until I write up some nastiness on campus microwaves though.





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