YOU FRICKIN' LIE

& I FRICKIN' HATE YOU.

dystopia.

Hah. For once I'm not in Paterson or Tory. I'm a little hidden away corner in the UniCentre. It's an illusive nook that no one really knows about and you have to enter through one of these obscure little doors and pass by a long hallway to find it. Ok, maybe it's not so unknown, because a few people have popped through to see if the table is taken. And it is. By me, and Anastasia. Who is furiously trying to finish her Human Rights Essay before her Sociology class at 2:30. We have to hand the essay in today, I got mine ready and nicely printed out on Saturday, so I'm quite ready to hand it in.

Yesterday in Film we watched 'Children of Men' by Alfonso Cuaron (he directed one of the Harry Potter movies too. Prisoner of Azkaban I believe) and it was really gruesome movie. Definitely not the run of the mill Iman movies, but it was pretty good nonetheless. I feel that ever since I've taken Film classes, I can never really watch movies the same way again. There's something about looking for a motif, dissecting a shot, analyzing the significance of the angle and camera movements and figuring out the compositions and contrasts that seem to make watching a movie more of a assignment. Don't get me wrong, Film has certainly enhanced my skills (skills?!) and fine tuned my mediocre film sense. But for once I just wish that I could watch a movie without wondering what the filmmaker was thinking when he used the long take instead of using edited scenes. 'Children of Men' is a pretty good movie. The film had a lot of long takes and there was certainly a sense of dystopia in the storyline. A few scenes were quite morbid to me, and I didn't get the narrative most of the time, but I am sure that will be cleared up once I get to my film tutorial in a couple of hours. There are so many artsy-film people to help me out.

That's one of the main things I like about being in University, the tutorials. Sure in high school we had smaller classes so we could have discussions on the spot, but it's definitely different from the conversations/discussions we have in tutorials here. I adore all my TAs and I think they're so good about clarifying what went on the lectures and they're really good at drawing out your thoughts from you, they get you to express yourself more and share ideas. I'm glad I have a very diverse base of TAs. They all specialize in their own 'genres', I don't have two TAs who are alike. That is supreme. I really want to be a TA when I get to my upper years. I would love to be a TA for Political Science, but then again being one for Journalism would be fun too. Goodness, I suppose I should just concentrate on getting through my first year before rambling on about the second, third and fourth. That's if I make it though.

In Journalism, almost half of us don't make in into second year. It's a really competitive program. It was hard enough trying to get in, now we have to fight to stay in. They let you continue if you meet the grade requirement, which is; I really can't remember. But the personal one I set for myself is pretty high and that's the one I'm working for. But then again, some of us opt out of the program and decide to choose a different course. Which is fine too. It just gives me more of a chance to work with those beautiful cameras and boom mikes in third year. Last week we were given our third assignment for Journalism, which is to write a profile on one of your tutorial mates. What my TA did was assign us to who was sitting across the room from us when we were writing our tests a couple of weeks back. She just randomly paired us up, which I think is pretty fair. One of the rules is that you're not allowed to write a profile on someone you already know extremely well. That means I couldn't have gotten paired up with Caleigh or even Sam. I had the awesome chance to get paired up with Jason. I did my interview with him this morning. Our professor said that we had to go into their environment and pick up from how they were in the comfort of their own belongings and space. We went to his room in Lannark House and I felt so bad for disrupting his Tuesday, he does not have class on Tuesday. We met up in front of Timmies in Res Commons at 9:30 and talked till quarter to 11. It was an amazing interview, and I think I've got a pretty good angle. It might be slightly cliche, but it'll work. Another rule for this assignment is that we're not allowed to show our piece to our partner until after we submit it. Jason has told me that he'd like to read it after I hand mine in, just so he can know how someone would see him. Different viewpoints. It's a fun assignment, and now all I have to do is get started writing.

I'm trying to get started writing soon. I've got my political studies paper due soon too, so my goal this weekend is to get one of those pieces written.

It's going to be fairly challenging because on Saturday I'm going to be volunteering with the Otesha Project for my leadership hours with the ELP. I'm not exactly sure what I'll be doing, but either way, it's going to be exciting. I'll get to meet new people (Team Leader for the project included) and learn new things. I like the reflection portion of the Service Days because we get to share our experiences and learn what others thought, and maybe someone might point out things you didn't even notice. Yes, reflections are fun. They can get a little heated sometimes when people have different views, but it's all good in the end. So yes, Saturday shall be fun. Sunday shall be interesting too because I'm going down to Bridgehead on Bank Street to meet with the Journalism Society for our pre-meeting for the Sports Panel we're hosting next week. I'm one of the first year-reps (there are four of us I believe) for the Society, and it's always so inspiring to meet an upper year who is at the beginning of their sublime career and at the end of their formal Carleton experience. The ones I have met are so amazing and I feel so honored to be able to help out the little I can in our events. They are all terrifically nice too but I must say that they intimidate me a little because they know so much, and I have a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of their knowledge and experience. Oh well, when I get to my fourth year, I want to be a quarter of Margaret, a quarter of Allie, a quarter of Carly and a quarter of Natalia. That shall be supreme.

I've been procrastinating the Alternative Spring Break Pre-Departure One, Trick or Eat and Journalism Mentorship Night posts, but I will get to it soon. The photos are all saved up in the drafts, but I don't seem to have the correct penchant of words to narrate the events. I am hungry, and my Human Rights readings are waiting for me. I think I will go get some pakoras from Mike's Place and then sit and finish the readings. Have a great week! And please feel free to leave a comment. I like comments.

of such things.

I have come to realize a few things. 1) I study better when I'm on campus compared to the multitude of hours I spend in my room. I get more work done when I am not surrounded by my personal possessions and food. I tend to float from one non-work related activity to the next when I am at home. Darn. 2) I sleep in on the weekends. I sometimes don't get up till 10am because my rationale is; "I wake up super early on school days, therefore on non-school days, I'm allowed a couple of extra hours to catch up on my sleep time". 3) I hate the desk that our landlord has put in our rooms. I hate it, abhor it, detest it. It is utterly uncomfortable to sit at and it has this weird pull-out level thing that always 'dislocates' when I'm sitting cross-legged or when I'm bouncing my knees up and down. Disgraceful. 4) Doing work is so enjoyable and I tend to get through it pretty happily. It's just starting it is quite burdensome. I mean, you can sit at your desk and then check your email, your Facebook account, your twitter account, your blog, your friends' blogs, your email again, your Carleton email, webCT and your Facebook again, before you start your work just so you won't be thinking about it when you're doing work. Well that's what I go through at least. 5) I am really unhappy in this house. I mean, it's alright and all, but I think I should start looking at other places for the winter semester. I really like my housemates, it's just that the house is pretty old, everything creaks and leaks and well, I want to discover other 'options'. So I've started scouting the Carleton Off-Campus Listings. It's helpful and I'm realizing that a lot of people have places to rent out. I've just paid for this month's rent for this room, so I shall start looking around for a move-in for December or January. Does anyone know any good bachelor apartments for less than $600? If you do, let me know :)

Halloween has come and gone. November is now upon us, and so are the immediate crunch of essays, papers and assignments. I am proud to breathe a sigh of relief and say that I have finished my Human Rights Fall Essay. It's taken quite some time, and I am so happy it's done. Now I've just got to edit it (I've got a soft copy printed out and my pencil ready. I find that it is so much easier to edit essays on a soft copy, rather than read it off the screen) and have it ready for Tuesday. My professor, Bill Skidmore, is the most amazing man. He's so inspirational and wise. It seems like he's seen a lot of events and been through a lot of experiences. I'd love to have some one-on-one time with him and just listen to everything he'd like to share. He constantly reminds us of all the atrocious things humans are able to commit. I do not want to sound gruesome, but I have an intense curiosity of experiencing them firsthand. Of all the scenes, the massive destruction, the strikes and rallies, the calamities and the after-maths of natural disasters. I bet Professor Skidmore has seen everything. When I was writing my essay in Tory (three days in a row), he passed by me twice, and I took that as a sign to keep on writing and not give up. Hah. I'm glad it's done.

Fridays are my favourite days (for obvious reasons, excluding the fact that it is the beginning of the weekend) and this week we were given the official prompt to start on our Fall Essays. I'm excited to start on mine; I am writing about Child Brides and Child Marriages, how they affect regions of young girls all over the world and how with the implementation and action taken towards making the Universal Declaration of Human Rights a reality, we can combat this thriving tradition. Something along those lines. I've also got to tie it in with the study of global politics. I have to spend a couple of weeks mulling over this, but the results will be magnificent, or so I hope. Political Science; Great Political Issues has got to be one of my favourite classes. First off, I'm sitting with some of my most favourite people; Brittny, Adam, Hamza, Jeremy, Luke and Cara. We're the second row-ers. Or so that is what I acknowledge us as in my head. Professor Milner is extraordinary, I have vowed to myself to take a class with him every year.

Besides that, I am pretty excited about Alternative Spring Break: Ottawa. It just seems like a lot of work (mental note: get learning plan done) right now because we've got school work to get done too. But I'm sure as soon as I finish the mandatory readings and assignments, I shall get to the ASB assignments. I just didn't realize that there was a whole lot of things we had to do. Then again, it is a learning experience and I'm all up for that. It's going to be stellar. The Ottawa Group is going to the Campus Safety Office in Robertson Hall on Friday at 2:30pm to hand in our police checks. We need to get that done in order for us to volunteer in the community. You'll need that if you want have contact with the public. They're going to check up on your background and run a security check of your past.... I don't think I've done anything legally damaging, so I should be alright :) I hope.

I haven't taken photos in so long, I had a bit of a tricky time yesterday getting my aperture set right and having enough light in my shots. I will have to re-learn slowly. A guy who saw my camera yesterday said "Hey, nice camera! I have the same one", I smiled and said "They're awesome aren't they?" and continued walking. But yes, there are so many remarkable places to capture on film here. Sometimes when I'm randomly walking, I see something or a moment or someone who I think would make for such a perfect print, and I wish I had camera in my head so I could just blink and capture that moment. Alas, we're not mechanically enhanced. So I just have to live with that shot in my head, unable to share it. I would really like to go out one day with camera and tripod (I'm still rationalizing about the tripod, because I wouldn't want to be awkwardly carrying it around), and walk by the canal and take shots of everything. I've still yet to perfect my angles, but that shall come with time. Sometimes I'm looking at photos from various people and just think "Oh goodness, to be as marvellous as they are..." I'm quite often blown away by some photos. They're insignificantly simple but they'll have you staring at it for a good ten minutes. I think I shall have to develop my own unique style of photography, something not extremely obvious, but noticeable enough for them to look at a photo and think/say "Ah yes, Iman took that." Still, it's early days. I suppose I will slowly develop into some sort of film goddess. Or of that sort.

It is getting colder up here (for people in Malaysia)/down here (for people in various parts of Canada) which is quite an experience in itself. I sleep more, eat more and dress more. Thoughts of me as a giant brown blob when classes resume in January haunt me when I excessively eat Jell-O. I looked at the weather app on my iPhone yesterday and gave a tiny a little 'whoop' when I saw that it was 7C. I wouldn't have to wear my gloves :) Yesterday was nice and warm.Yes, the weather and I will always have a love-hate relationship, but it is one I am willing to endure as long as I get my beavertails come January/February. Which reminds me: I've got to get my own pair of ice-skates soon. I hope the ELPers can get together (I haven't met everyone yet! But I would like to!) and go skating once the canal freezes over. That shall be sublime.

Something that I have come to notice is that people recognize me from different places and they will randomly come up or stop me as I'm passing them and say "Hi, I saw you the other day at so and so, and I thought I'd say and hope to see you again soon". I love it when people do that! I really like getting to know other people and broadening my little spectrum of friends. It's happened of couple of times, and they're mostly people from ASB and ELP and sometimes just someone in one of my classes. I suppose when you're wearing a scarf, you don't visually blend in a crowd and tend to stick out a bit, which is fine :) And I've met a couple of people at the Journalism Mentorship Night and at one of the ELP workshops that I went to, who said "You're the girl with the blog", to which I reply to "Hah, yes. That would be me", and then we'd smile and talk about other things. So that's me, The Girl With The Blog. I'm really eager to read blogs from the other ELPers. So if you guys are reading this, I hope you guys start one up so I wouldn't be so lonely on the ELP blog list! I've even got a link on the right side of this site for the other ELP blogs.

This post has been scattered all over the place, it is mirroring my thoughts, I apologize. I tend to do my readings for the week the night after the lecture. For example: FILM 1000 (week 2) is Monday night, so I'd read the readings for the next week (week 3) on the same night as the week 2 lecture, just so I'd still be fresh from all things film-ish, and I'd be extra prepared for next week. I do that for all five classes, and I've been quite consistent. But none of my readings for next week are finished. The Human Rights Essay took a lot of my neurons and time. When I do readings, I don't simply just read the assigned readings, I actually sit and take notes as I read. Some of my friends have said that it's preposterous to do that for five classes (an average of 40-50 pages per class). But that's the only way I can do it. I can't 'just' read without having a pen and scribbling (neatly!) down notes in my notebook. Oh goodness, I'm coming off as a super nerd. Well, perhaps I am :) So that's why this post has been slightly 'all over the place', because I am subconcisouly thinking about my un-prepared-ness for next week. Hope you had a great weekend!

The photos used in this post was taken by yours truly on the 31st of October 2009.

dust powder.

Something a someone gets when they're away from home is an obligatory care package, filled with the good little things that you miss about home and extras that make you wish you were home. Fine, maybe it's just me that gets these packages. Either way, I am blissfully content; thank you mommy! The video's-screen-shot-face is atrociously ridiculous, youtube does this to me all the time.

pump the kins.

Trick or Eat.

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autumn.

Have you ever had that gruesome feeling in the morning of turning the hot tap and cold tap for a warm shower and getting it too cold? And then you fiddle with the taps, trying to get the perfect temperature while huge blobs of cold water drip onto you, making the -3C outside seem like it's -30C. Then as you are on this extreme crusade of not giving up until you have a shower of your desired heat, the water that hits you is at a boiling temperature and almost scalds your skin. Reacting to these extremes, you then turn the cold tap till it can't turn anymore, just to heal your burnt skin. Before it can freeze your ass, you turn it back down and use your skin as a testing mechanism to how much more to turn the tap and when it's 'enough'. Welcome to my daily world.

I've gotten better at it though, I don't burn/boil myself as much anymore. But in all honesty, hot water feels hotter when you're numb from the cold.

And that painful feeling in your face when you jam down a hot fried potato in your mouth and have it burn your tongue and the roof of your mouth just so you can have the satisfaction of an oily, salted french fry, that is hunger for pain. Gracious, I'm in Paterson Hall again. Attempting my Human Rights paper, again. I'm meeting my TA, Nikki, at 2pm in Dunton Tower. So I better come up with some good stuff to show her.

Anika and I went through the whole mouth burning sensation last night when we had fries at Bank Street. We went to see 500daysofsummer at the Mayfair. I love the Mayfair, it's an old theatre that they refurbished and reopened to the public. It's got old seats and it gives you this very vintage feel when you walk into it. It's quite tiny-ish, Anika and I have decided that no longer will we go to those corporate places, and we vow to fully support our small local businesses. They're so retro, they don't even take debit! You've got to bring cash. They've got a yearly membership of $10 and that will get you in for $5. Non-members pay $9 each time they go to theatre. We got the memberships. We've also declared that each month we will have an 'Anika&Iman Movie Night'. Anika is amazing, and she's from the Northwest Territories, and that's like in the North. North North North, where's it's cold. And she is super. We're both in Journalism & we're both going to make it till the end! The end means fourth year by the way. Because not all of us will make it *shivers*

These little escapisms to Paterson Hall are really good for me. It is so far my favourite building.

Yes Fuddy; Carolina is my computer. I just find it so delicious to just name my possessions. Don't you?

i melted.

I am now in Patterson Hall, eating my fruit mix (pears, apples, grapes, strawberries and raspberries. Healthy, I know. But so yummy too) and getting a load of work done. Right, perhaps 'load' is not the proper word. More like an item off an extensively long list. Currently listening to Frank Sinatra's Fly Me To The Moon. He is so soothing. Wait, this is not to macker on about Sinatra's everlasting magic, but to bear down my woes and tell you of my excrutiangly painful breakdown last night.

That's right, you heard/read me; I had a major meltdown last night. Tears, shivers, tears, sniffling and more tears. Hah, and you thought I was oh-so 'in control'. I guess I'm not. I thought I was so in control, so steady, so in the lead of what's going on. I suppose I'm not. Last night as I got back from my 9pm FILM class, I made dinner (spinach pasta and salad), ate it and started my laundry. Then I sat down to write my Human Rights paper which is due next week (of which I should actually be writing right now..), and I stared at my blank/empty/white Mac Pages screen for 14 minutes. I looked at my Human Rights outline, trying to get some sort of sense as to what I should be writing or thinking about. Then I flipped through the essay questions. Then I looked at the tips and guidelines my TA gave me. Then I stared at my screen again. I started to type "gay right gay rights gay rig-" then I pressed 'delete' and continued pressing it even when there was nothing on the screen that needed to be deleted. I listened to the 'clink clink clink clink' of the 'delete' button till I stopped pressing it. Then I knew, I knew it, I started to cry.

I am not even kidding. I was breaking down, and it did not feel good. My back was killing me and with these massive tears and major sobbing action, I tried to 'creak' it so it wouldn't hurt as bad, but it didn't help. I cracked. I swear it was so horrible. Then after that horrible back-creaking fail, I looked at my folders and saw the stack of Political Issues readings, the Film readings, the Journalism Stylebook and Canadian Studies notebook and novel, and realised how they needed to be done as soon as possible, and cried some more (darn, I'm tearing up just thinking about them now). That stack of work haunts me. I'm trying to get ahead, but it seems so far away. I tried to breathe and take big huge breaths so I wouldn't feel so enveloped with stress, but that just made me look at my watch and notice that I had to take the laundry out and put the clothes in the dryer. I thought that if I took a second to do the clothes and just step away from my desk, I'd be alright. Damn was I wrong.

When I got downstairs to the washer, I realised that I now had to 'fling' the clothes piece by piece to get them 'aired' out before I put them in the dryer. So I took them out, one by one and flung them around and then tossed them into the dryer. Imagine a month's worth of clothes, 5 pairs of jeans, mounds of t-shirts, a sweatshirt, cascades of underwear and sweatpants; to be flung around at 11:30 at night. Not a good feeling. Each time I aired out a piece of clothing, I choked back a little tear and told myself to pull it together. After the clothes went into the dryer, I took a little moment and stood next to the rumbling machine, I closed my eyes and exhaled. Then I went back upstairs to start my paper again.

I sat in front of Carolina, braving these raw emotions and telling myself I could do it. I couldn't. Like a pathetic child I put my face in my hands and started to cry again. It was horrible. I don't know how to categorise this awful feeling and it's impossible to tell you how I felt. It was as if I was a little girl playing dress up and imaginging I was a princess in thie big castle, and finally realizing that it was all fake and not real and that it was time for a shower and bedtime. It was death. I felt like this whole time I had been pretending to be so 'great', so 'fantastic' so 'together', and had everything to offer the world; shit I was wrong. I felt like I had nothing else to give, it was as if I was slowly peeling away and that my 'new'ness and 'iman'ity which I was supposed to bring to the table was lost. It was like I was washed up, and that 'it does not get any better than this'. How do I trump myself the next time? My brain didn't want to work with me, I felt like a failure, like I should just pack up and go home, have people laugh at my face and say 'hah! I knew she wouldn't last'. Then I started to cry harder, because what if I don't last? Then my sadness turned to fear. Fear of not making it to the end. I was scared of not being good enough. I looked at my blank screen and then felt like everything was over. I can't even write anymore. I did the next thing I could think of, I texted Nabil and he came online. He heard me cry for ten minutes, and I just needed to say all these doubts out loud because if I didn't, I would've seriously hurt something/someone/myself. Poor guy had to hear me out for ten minutes and I ended the conversation by abruptly trying to collect any shard of dignity I had left (crying to a boy just does not 'cut it' ok) and try to compose myself as best as I could with my own inner voice.

Last night was bad. That was such a massive meltdown. I have never went from a high to an absolute low like that before. That was lowest I had ever felt. Ever.

Then I decided that it was pointless to even attempt anymore work. I checked my email and saw that my Mommy has sent me a package through UPS filled with goodies, and then I felt a bit sad because I missed her and the rest of my family. I put on my socks and got into my bed (I've got these delicious sheets and big comfy Ikea comforter) and snuggled under the warmth of 'bed'idity. I watched The National on Carolina and then just as I was about to fall asleep I remembered that I had clothes in the dryer. Darn. I thought I would have nice warm clothes to bring up to my room.

I was so wrong. My clothes in that god forsaken dryer were still wet. But, I didn't cry. I was done with crying (thank god), I just slammed the dryer door and went back upstairs. I thought I'd deal with that later. I went to sleep.

In my dreams, I had a breakdown. I dreamt a had a meltdown and total crisis issue. It was horrible. I remember tears, shouts and yells. It was such a bizarre dream. But I suppose it held true to my feelings. It was such a bad emotional rollercoaster last night. I doubted myself, told myself I was 'done' and was at the point of seriously gouging my eyes out with my pen.

Never will I ever want to feel that way again. But now, as I think about the books, notebooks, folders, papers and texts, I can't help but feel a little weary. Maybe this is the way it's supposed to be. I fell down a bit yesterday (fine, a lot) and now I've just got to pick myself up and start doing the work slowly. Get it done little by little, book by book, and one essay at a time.

I'll start with my Political Science bibliography.

Thank you for listening/reading, you are terrific.

sweet child of mine.

Hello. This is shall be a quick pOp.

My room is slowly coming together. I'm really liking it. I only like my room though, the rest of the place needs a sturdy clean-up and new-clean-in-this-century appliances. I shall put photos up soon. I'm completely swamped with thoughts; send off emails, write learning plans and outlines, put together essays, take notes of weekly readings, and other little responsibilities which I must get a hold of. Goodness, I sound so boring-ish. I really want to write something un-depressing, but with this J-cation load, that will have to hold off for a bit, perhaps till Christmas break.

The library is getting rid of a lot of their books. They're selling the mountain-ous mounds of books at the Atrium and I made a quick stop yesterday. 3 dollars for a hardcover book, 2 dollars for a paperback and 50cents for something else. They have huge maps and posters too, I didn't make it to that side yesterday, but I shall make that a priority between the Gay Russian Rights talk and my Canadian Studies lecture. There are tables and tables of books, you've really got to dig through them for immaculate treasures. In my limited time and extreme rush, I managed to find four beautiful hard covered musty old books and a tell-all journey through the Balkans. The old books date back to the 1800s. I love them but I shall refrain from opening them till my papers are perfectly written. The books are written by such distinguished persons with simply delicious names. To The Golden Shore-The Life of Adoniram Judson, Courtney Anderson & John Addington Symonds-Letters and Papers, Horatio R. Brown & Disraeli, Andre Maurois & Daniel M. Gordon-His Life, Wilhemina Gordon. Those treats are sitting with my Tolstoys, waiting.

I'm taking part in the Alternative Spring Break, the Ottawa program during February's Reading Week. Will tell you more about that soon, when this whirlwind of essays comes to a slight stop.

Jowee and Mel and E'a, here's some love and kisses, Catch!

A lot of big events coming up soon, and will dust off Greta and use her to her maximum potential. I'm sure she misses snapping away. There's the Journalism Mentorship Night at Roosters next Thursday, Natalia and Carly's CJHR executive potluck on Friday and the SEO's movie marathon the same night and Trick or Eat on Saturday Night. I promise to take photos and let y'all know I'm alive, well and not gaining any pounds of freshman fifteen. I have secretly been building up a tumblr account. Don't worry, no blogger-tumblr conversion here, I am ever so loyal to blogger :) But I've decided that I don't want to randomly post up photos with a one-liner. I wouldn't want to litter this space with lots of tiny photos; so I've made a tumblr account, click here for iman's tumblr account. What goes on there is posting of random photos of where I am, what I'm doing and with whom, taken and uploaded with my iPhone. It's a quick and easy way of clearing off my photo album and perhaps a way of sharing with y'all what's going on?! Let me know if I should keep on doing it, or if I should scrape it.

My back is killing me, so I'm going to go to bed. Perhaps wake up early and start with my PSCI essay...

twat.

Don't judge me, but as to clear off the little icons that litter my screen, I had to finally post up this entry. I have a little collection of 'Imanoop' tweets. Yes, I follow him on Twitter. Yes, I have a twitter account. I said don't judge. Please folks, blogging judgement was sooo five months ago. The following are evidentiary (is that even a word?!) evidence (gah!) that you-know-who and yours truly tweets on the same wavelength. We tweet simultaneously.

Nothing big, I thought it was just something interesting to bring up.

Hope you all are well. I'm trying to catch up and stay on top of my workload, which seems to be piling up quite rapidly. Two quizzes this week and a outline due on Thursday. Better get to it then.

Oh yes, aside from this blog (which I so love) I've also got a little side internet dedicated obligation. Of which I will share soon!

so unlike iman.

I AM SUPER. super human. I WROTE HUMAN RIGHTS NOTES AT 1 IN THE MORNING, THE DAY BEFORE THE CLASS!

never again. never again. failurefailurefailure.