What crazy parties.

This past week has been rather full, mostly because of Noel’s birthday. Celebrations up the wazoo.


Summer school begins tomorrow. One measly class, for once. If I don’t get an A, there is seriously something wrong with me. This summer session, and the ensuing fall semester, I must get a 4.0 GPA to counteract my botched spring courses.

A part of me wants to pile on a tremendous workload so that I am constantly busy, which forces me to multi-task and manage my time better, but at the same time, I am wary of overloading.

School, work and the newspaper. Of course, the newspaper is an entirely separate entity, or sphere, in my everyday life.