And that's when I saw the bear...

Well, this semester is almost over and it's finishing on a high note.
Tonight, i should know which desk will be mine come fall semester. It will be exciting and time consuming, but I'm ready. Bring it on.

I still have a bunch of work to do, both for classes and for the paper, but I'm not too worried. I'm the Alfred E. Nueman of college. "What, me worry?"

I banked $150 for the last pay period, which is significantly high for any writer on this paper. This week has the potential to be even more. Tuesdays issue will have an opinion column, an arts story, a book review, and a 30-inch sports story. I will make more from this one issue than I have in some entire pay periods. Yes, yes, I rule.

Jule and I are good. We had a rough couple days, in which I learned to be more sensitive to certain issues and she learned that I often have Zen-like patience. me going to Seattle for the summer while she stays in Moscow will be good and bad, but I think more good. We both need to remember that we can't see each other every minute of everyday. The relationship is still in its early stages; we have plenty of time for other things still.

Spring semester cruised by. I don't know how all of a sudden it is almost May. It is also weird for me to have this plan, again, of going to Seattle for something that will have far-reaching affects beyond just the summer. And knowing I'm coming back here after that, instead of going to Lund for a couple months and not doing anything. Due to certain situations, part of me very much wants to be in Lund for the summer. I know, though, that Mom wouldn't want me to give up on my future now. So I'm going.

I'll do my best to do better at keeping this blog up. I know there are some of you out there I haven't spoken with for a long time and I take complete blame for that. I'm sorry.

OK, now I have to go write some more stuff. I will catch you on the flipside.