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So... yeah. I'm supposed to be writing an essay that it due in eight hours. Whoops. But I shall blame that entirely on Morgan. Ha! I was only getting on facebook to try to contact Carin, but instead get into a conversation with Morgan, who indirectly reminds me that I have not checked my deviantART account in a while. So of course, I must do that! And while I'm at it, I should post a journal entry, so I can have two updates in the same year! Go me! Architecture school! That's right. I'm here now. I suppose it's been months since I mentioned anything about it. Don't worry. I'm still stressed. But we only have two more weeks. And then finals.

Yes. That was one word. That's because I wanted to kind of express to you the insane hyperness that my friends had to deal with the night of graduation. Even though that was days ago. But you know me. Anyways, I am officially graduated! No more stressed out high school student! Now I will be a really freaking stressed out college student. BUT THAT'S OKAY! I can't wait to start architecture school, and I'm actually super excited about my classes. Unfortunately, I don't really know how to draw, so I'm taking drawing lessons with one of my school's art teachers (if anyone cares to join, we can cut the cost a wee bit). So if anyone else is goin

So the appealing thing about Kpop (Korean pop, for those sad, sad people that have not yet discovered it), is that it is not American. And by that, I mean that a lot of the music videos are centered around the dance, or the story line (always cute), and NOT SEX! Whoohoo! But the thing is, some of my favorite Korean artists have become pretty Americanized. Take Rain, for example, and his weird (not saying he did it badly - he's a fantastic dancer) pole dance. Nope. Bad Rain. And he always has to take of his shirt to show off his muscles during a performance. Really? That's just lame. And another one of my favorite groups (or part of it, or wha