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I was recently listening to the cover of Born this way by Aston. They are an absolutely fantastic band, and I can't express how pleasing their album is to my ears. Absolutely fantastic.

Anyways, here I go as my brain hurts slightly, as I keep working and keep moving forward, trying to finish everything that comes in my path.

This weekend, I have to complete my application to the Australian government for a visa in order to travel there. I must also provide them with an itinerary of what I will be doing while I am in Australia which I simply have not had time to plan for! I think it's best if I list off the things I have to do.
1. Australian Visa BY MONDAY
2. Greenverse Website BY TUESDAY
3. CS 3451 Graphics Assignment Due BY WEDNESDAY
4. UROC Symposium Research Presentation BY MONDAY

So, with the whole weekend to work, it does not seem like it is that much. I believe I will be just fine, but I will have to get my stuff together, and finish the website today, so that the only thing I have for tomorrow is to work on my Research Presentation.

There are a lot of other things on my mind.. Beyond school and work and everything, which seems to be going well, I am frankly dissatisfied. I don't know where my emotional life has gone, or where the fun times I use to have went. I feel like I have somewhat forgotten what it was like to have fun, and become extremely good at knowing the feeling of satisfaction after a good amount of work. Oh well, it's kind of sad, but I've been doing very well professionally. I'll just need to take some time off at some point and have some me-time. I think this will be around May, because I'm going to Europe <3.

Here's to finishing everything so I have time for myself.
-qk.

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