How much do I rule?
Today, I'm officially all done with my classes in Zittau. For those of
you wondering, I DID NOT fail the class. I got a fat C, thank you. I'm
proud of myself, so that's all that matters as far as I'm concerned.
In any case, this is not the purpose of this post. Continuing where I
left off, I'd just finished a nice big lunch, minding my own business
and such, and Genelle IMs me. Now we haven't talked for a while, and still
being friends, I reply like any good man should.
Long story short, Genelle tells me this epic story about love, betrayal,
and reconciliation. What am I doing? I'm listening, obviously, but in
the process, I'm also cleaning out my wallet, and transferring things
into this cool new one that Sue bought me.
I'm really a packrat, I came to find. I have a tough time throwing things
out, even from my wallet. It's crazy. In any case, in beteen replies to
Genelle's story, I'm being totally perplexed by this wallet situation. I
ended up keeping half of the stuff in the old one, and half in the new
one. (Grocery store cards, American currency, Blockbuster Card etc in the
old... Euro, health insurance card, German student ID etc in the new.)
After coming to this solution, I quickly tore through the remaining
difficulties of the new wallet conflict. As you can see, things came out
quite well:
Moral of the story: Multitasking ownz.
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