i'm actually enjoying the texts i'm reading. e pathetically mathematical microecon is aesthetically (il)logical, somehow. and i love how RMSS just subtly celebrates multiple intelligences. and ooh i'm committing adultery with (introductory) psychology, banqueting on the multiple intellectual orgasms. who cares about the GPA? i'm grown and sexy.

well except that i do have to care about grades now. it was kinda cute, the way me and Lusi had it: grades = money; and money doesn't matter; it's what you can get with money. like how Lusi can get me with good grades and i matter. by the way that'd mean i'm like a social escort (haha funny). oh well but grades matter!!! oh fuck it.

so i have a hypocritical attitude to hipocrisy on the self actualization purpose of personal development.

well whatever that means. probably i'm malePMS-ing (pronounced /malepimsing/). yeah this is my second blank night. after celebrating some good random after hours cyber rolling on Easter. oh well it's grind time, if you know what i mean! for the battle begins tomorrow...