I just spent the whole day filing.

Filing, and filing, and filing. It was not without distress, and it was not without much difficulty. But I finally got it done and now I have a conducive environment to start studying!

Just in case some here don't understand the magnitude of the task, or the height of the mountain of notes JC gives, here's some trivia.

All my math notes took me 2 files, and 1 of them is bursting.

Physics (h1) was kind enough to fit into a single file, with ample room.

Econs was tough, but I managed a system where 3 files had enough room.

GP is still a work in progress, because I think filing GP notes has a significance equivalent to an ant being squashed (assuming the ant isn't the only ant carrying the only cube of sugar to sustain the only queen ant, and that if squished the only ant dies, leaving the only queen ant to not obtain the only sugar cube, causing the only queen ant to die and not be able to reproduce, hence destroying the only ant colony in the world and thus causing the extinction of ants. In this case... well it still wouldn't be that much of a big deal.).

Chemistry took me 4 files. F-O-U-R. Eff, Owe, You, Arr. Files. And even then, 3 of them are bursting at the seams, threatening to engulf my once messy room with notes, like slag from an oceanic volcano, and then solidify as the notes cool, like the slag, forming new land masses and thus altering the shape of my room almost permanently.

At least I'm finally done.

And now I can easily access my notes when I study (not if, becuase I AM going to study. AM I TELL YOU! AMMMMMMMmmmm.....~), rather than roaming around a river of paper, and possibly getting cut by paper 200 times on the same spot (knowing my luck).

Tomorrow, I'm starting studying a proper. Gonna clock in at least 6 hours. Daunting task, I know. But I'll manage. After all, who's the one-man show crew for ACSian Theatre?

I've been through worse, believe me.

Speaking of worse, no wait, I mean....

Speaking of ACSian Theatre, I am looking forward to comm elections, so that I know who's gonna be the one to (*ahem*-be-the-next-in-line-to-take-over-all-my-shit-without-being-aware-of-the-drastic-distress-caused-and-happily-believing-the-job-is-easy-because-I-make-it-seem-so-*ahem*) take over my responsibility and help ACSian Theatre soar to new heights. Wow for some reason that sentence took a lot out of my breath. By the way, can someone teach me how to do that cancel out your words font thing-a-magijjy? I can foresee future use of such a tool, particularly in the representation of my sarcasm over the net, a conversational tool whose effects few can identify over a monotone medium such as the Internet (others mediums include phone text messages).

But the other thing I can't really believe is that I've made it through the day with a recurring migraine, a temperamental running/blocked nose (the weird combination of being runny and blocked is what makes it temperamental), groggy eyes, constant sneezing, dust-covered hands (yes my notes are that ancient), and a general uncomfortable feeling. I guess the thought of carrying on just helped me ignore all that. The thought of a better tomorrow and all that? It's not crap. It really helps. Especially after you spend 4 days alone. Everything seems so much more precious.

But I digress. My original point was to show-off my apparently non-extinct organizational skills, and now here I am talking about topics somewhat more philosophical in nature. I guess a wandering mind makes you unaware of the route of conversation (in this case, expression) you take.

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Mmm.. I'm hungry.

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