EMERGENCY ON PLANET EARTH
The semester is about to end and is starting to rear it's butt-ugly head. Normally by this time of the semester I'll be sleeping till 2pm, waking up to a cigarette and wasting the rest of my day online, hoping for a beautiful girl to call. But this time it's different. I'm on the offensive for once. I've gone through enough failed semesters to know this. But then this is something uncalled for. I never knew when I let it slip. I thought I had it at hello. Rambo time. It was sheer luck that I managed to get into this semester unscathed. Too many skeletons. Too little closet space. And time's running out. I need to go to Australia next year. Or else. Affectively, I don't like to put in hard work and shame myself repeatedly in front of the college staff: it lacks style. However, this time around, I might be left with one of two choices. Shape up or ship out. To The One Academy. Or something. Right now my mind is too full of uncertainties that haunt my shield generators. I really wonder how long it will put up. I need a backup plan. And I need one now. I see a few possibilities. I could either talk my way into a reasonably good-paying job (i doubt this), or I could talk myself (and perhaps some lecturers) into producing some good work in the alloted emergency timeframe and barely scratch past the finish line. Time to prove that I can come up with a comfortable backup plan while assuming the job of finishing my work on time. Time to do the kessel run under 12 parsecs. Or get frozen in carbonite. It beckons.

NEWS TEMPORARILY HALTED DUE TO INDECISIONS.