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So my room is super. My classes are super (well, three of them are. I haven't had my german one yet-but I'm sure it'll be super, too). I have that beginning of the semester insperation to learn ten languages and double major and get a 4.0 and latin honors. Don't worry, I'm sure part of it will pass-I'll settle for three languages and a 4.0 and latin honors. Course, that means I still have to take (and ace) a math and a science. I'm psyched, I totally feel like I can do anything! I have kickin speakers (complete with subwoofers for super-bass), a bad-ass bed, shelving (with more to come), suspended cards from my lov-ah, a picture of Joan Jett, and a gay-ass room. So. gay. I rule. My first year I never wanted to be home, now I never want to leave. It's not even a matter of wanting to stay in bed-I want to fiddle and futz and play and organize.

I'm off to Hampshire to meet Holly, and we're going to newbury comics to take my shit back and then to Office Max so I can get cute co-ordinated hanging folders and file folders so I can organize my life in style. I am a monster. I am super. Watch out Smith, I'm back for my rematch and you're going down! ::cough:: yeah.

Did I mention it's great to be back? I even like the people in my house. It's a little disconcerting to have 17 year olds smiling at me in class, but hey. I can deal. It's just...they're all so...GAY. I'm used to being the super-homo and now I just feel mundane. That's okay. There's going to be a party tonight for people turning 21, and that means beer in my mini-fridge. Books have been purchased, I even have a crush on a prof. The semester has begun, folks.

Oh, and if you know me in real life, there'll be an entry for you to get my number and po box.

Woo hoo.