The first week of the new semester is never easy. Rushing to classes, trying to find certain classrooms, finding out exam dates. At least I got over my dislike of freshmen (by dropping a class that was filled with freshmen) and managed to sort out my timetable. So now I have Fridays off, and my first class on Monday begins at 2pm. Not like I'm going to slack off, seeing how I also manage a job at the library and an internship elsewhere.
Argh, stressful! Argh, graduate school applications! Argh!!!! Honours Thesis! Argh!!!
Anyways, my food-poisoning days are over (and without the use of antibiotics!), but now I'm greeted with the challenge of managing my lactose intolerence. Recently the condition has worsened; I can't even drink a single Starbucks Frap without crapping half my intestinal content out. I wonder if there is some cure to this.
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Eurgh, and I really hate passive-agressive people. They really are the worst; passive people don't do much, and at least with agressive people they say what they want outright. With passive agressive people, they always act as though they're not the bad person where in fact they just really want to bitch it out.
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