Important ANNOUNCEMENT. Not really.

Moved the Toilet to Tumblr.

Newly Renovated is over at this wing:


Tah-daaah!

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    Time Management is the Key to Paranoia

    Personal purposes for posting this here. I'm usually found online than anywhere else. I lost my planner but I'm sure it's somewhere buried in my dump site of a room.

    Sheyjule for last week as a junior (Yayyyy):

      Monday:
    1. Pass Book Critique, which I ripped off from someone on the internet. Machiavellian, schmelian. I have one million things to do. The end justifies the means for this occasion.

    2. Have letter for Bank signed by Prof and get format for reaction paper.

    3. Inform blockmates of reaction paper format for Finance.

    4. Send classmates codigo for reaction paper for Finance.

    5. Finish Finance Term Paper.

    6. Bring letter to bank in hopes that they don't turn us down.

    7. Meeting with Jfinex. Remind me again why I decided to become involved? LOL

    8. Do not forget to breathe.

      Tueday:
    1. Finalize whatever you need to finalize for Finance Term Paper (TP. Term Paper. Toilet Paper. Doesn't make a difference)

    2. Most likely going to school for some reason I know not of right now. I can just feel the vibes.

    3. Prepare signage for Loving Friends when they take the Quanti Finals on Wednesday.

      Wednesday:
    1. TRY to get up early to support loving friends during their 7.30 exam (7.30 AM. Hahaha)

    2. Try to finish Case Study for Law.

    3. Finish .ppt presentation for Finance defense on Friday

      Thurday:
    1. Study for IT exam.

      Friday:
    1. Pass Reaction Paper on Institutional Visit

    2. Pass Choosing a Bank chuva

    3. IT Exam on 9.00 AM.

    4. Defense Against the Dark Arts on 1.00 PM

    5. Meeting with Dr. Chavez RE: Summer OJT on 3.00 PM

    6. Pass Law Case Study.





    Oh nyurrrrrr


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    A Poem

    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    By Robert Frost




    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.



    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there's some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.



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