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I'm busy as hell, I've got activities taking over my free time, and I couldn't be happier about the lot of it.

New people, new places, new things to do... it's all the plus of a new semester, and my classes are actually quite fantastic. And now, if I want to be able to go to those parties next week, it's off to essay-writing for me! (In advance. Without procrastinating for weeks. In advance. Actual work. The shock. It might be time to check hell-like weather.)