There's this room in my dorm, it is called the study room. I am sitting in it right now. Let me tell you what is on the desk around me. I have two forty page articles about Political Theory, a stack of note cards waiting to be filled with terms I don't know so that I can use them in everyday conversation and become a social outcast, a book entitled Democracy in Scandinavia (written by my lecturer thereby making it like his voice is in my head whenever I read it), a highlighter, and a pen. I have this stuff with me because I have to work on a presentation for Thursday.
But here I am. Posting on the blog. PrOcraSTinatING. That's better.
Is there such a thing as Concastinating? I don't find anything pro about procrastinating. Or even Congress. Shouldn't it be Progress? Wouldn't we get somewhere then? At the same time, I guess the constitution would be changed to the prostitution. But it would make sense because we whore ourselves out to the rest of the world for exorbitant fees and then ask them "Was democracy good for you?"
I think my English is progressively getting worse. But in a good way. This is because I am speaking with people of other nationalities and whenever they speak, I basically absorb their English. Have you ever found yourself talking like other people when you hang out with them? For example, when I first came to Albright, I brought the speech I had used when I was in high school. That is to say, I brought the English of my friends. And then, when I got the new crowd of friends, I found that I began to talk like them. I hope this doesn't mean I am easily persuaded into doing different things.
At the moment, I am planning my trip to ROME for this coming Spring Break. My friend from Kenya has to apply for his visa so he can go over as well. He better hurry cuz I really want to go to Italia.
The time until Spring break is filled with weekly deadlines which is good and bad. Good because it keeps me on my toes. Bad because it keeps me on my toes. I'm not a ballerina.
Just a baller.
Presentation this week. The week after I have to hand in the topic for my essay. The week after I have my first Bboy performance (Breakdancing). The week after that I have my essay to hand in. That same week is Rome then! WOOOOOO that will be a good trip.
Aight, that's enough out of me. You need to get back to studying.
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Salaam
