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    <title>skewl is for dweebs</title>
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    <lj:music>Cute Is What We Aim For</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I honestly cannot remember the last time I procrastinated this long. I have been meaning to write this damn paper since last week!&amp;nbsp;I &lt;em&gt;meant&lt;/em&gt; to write it yesterday, officially. But of course, I didn't start reading the chapter when I had intended to, because sitting in the yard, soaking up sun and chatting with momma sounded more appealing. I finally did my &amp;quot;research&amp;quot; last night, and &lt;em&gt;meant&lt;/em&gt; to write the paper then, but of course there were people online who I talked to instead. I never even &amp;quot;IM&amp;quot; people anymore! What is wrong with me?! I&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;meant&lt;/em&gt; to write it today, but instead I went to the mall with Rachel, picked up tickets, and watched the Pens sweep the Canes. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;meant&lt;/em&gt; to write it after the game, but someone worth talking to was online yet again. And here I am.. two in the morning with no paper written. And I know I'm too tired now to write a decent paper anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the paper isn't due until noon on Friday, but there is another paper due with it, that I have yet to do the reading for, and then two more papers are due on Monday. This prof takes his class way too seriously. It's a 100 level, online, intro to film class at SCRAFT.. Who is he kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oye, I suppose I will wake up and write the paper tomorrow, and hopefully get the reading done for the next one.. Along with my astronomy work for the week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow night, I'M&amp;nbsp;GOING&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;GAME&amp;nbsp;FIVE!!!! I am beyond excited.. I honestly am so excited I could explode. Oh geez.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;decided that I am going to make a list of all the things I want to accomplish this summer. I just thought of this, but I should write my list at Bombadill's! The coffee shop where I have made so many other lists.. Yes, that sounds like a plan. Anyone who would like to accompany me is more than welcome to do so. Please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh summer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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