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for the past few days (week, to be exact) i have been juggling around my schedule and seeing how in the world i'll be able to put up with such a hectic pace, when you need to think, act, move, live, and love at the same time. i know of the saying regarding doing things one at a time, but apparently it doesn't work.

i've been too preoccupied to even try and keep this habit of writing to my blog regular, but then i really have to, since this is one of the best things i've ever done for myself.

i have a class, which requires me to actually have a journal, and fortunately i already have this blog. my teacher then let me submit the URL of my 'journal' as a replacement for a paper/pen/pencil journal. and for the past week, i've been huffing, and puffing, and wanting to blow my house to where i actually spend time, so that i wouldn't wast so much time on the commute.

the week ahead, is a week when hopefully things normalize, and turn for the better. i've got my schedule figured out, and i've got my plans in place. now all i have to do is keep up with the times, and the trends. i haven't however been able to schedule any new dates, or gimmicks, and i'm actually asking my lady friends to set me up with their friends. well, because i've been too busy to go out and actually meet people, i just hope other people might be able to help me in that area. at least i could get most of the load off my back, and get help from other people.

oh well, i might have to type in that poem sir U wanted us to put in our journals. but i might put that in another location, and keep this journal of mine filled with my own blabbering.

still chillin'... :)

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