Game is Tight

It's been a while that I've written an entry. But here I am now doing so. Let's see, what is there to discuss?

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Oh, I know! School! I am now entering the final week of instruction here at UCI. With that in mind, it's wise to keep in mind that finals week is around the corner as well. And it kinda discomforts me. My writing class has been all right, but I still have Rhetoric In Practice project to complete. I'm basically critiquing Pan's Labyrinth, as well as a group collaboration on the movie. On a sour note, I didn't get an awesome grade on my Rhetorical Analysis paper, solely on the fact that I could not make the 6 page requirement. Fortunately, my professor will allow me to make up some credit with a small extra credit assignment due the week of finals... Too bad I've yet to hear from him about my assignment's prompt.

Then there's Chicano Studies, which I'm kinda falling behind in the e-reserve reading. Come to think about, I'm also behind on some of the reading of Sociology. Damn books. Although the book Strapped is quite interesting; the author looks in the troubles of the young adult and how it will be harder for us to get out of debt. Education is expensive. But I digress. It will be a hectic two weeks to get all this done, as well as study for Calculus and finals. And it could have been much easier to handle if only...

SUPER SMASH BROS. BRAWL WASN'T SUCH A KICK ASS GAME!!! IT FUCKIN' ROCKS!!!

The graphics are nice, the character roster is pretty good, and the final smashes are damn scary. Whether I'm playing as Mario, Luigi, Ike, Wolf, or my main man Link, it's one hell of a game to play with friends. As Yared would say, "My game is tight, son!!"

However, the game I'm referring to in the title is a bigger game. It's a game called life. And 'tis a very tight game it is. Very. The winter quarter is drawing to an end, and finals week will make or break people. If all goes well, I'll be made and I will break said finals to edible bits! And if not, and drop out of college, I'll have SSBB and myself to blame. Well, that'll do for now. This is Fernando signing off. Peace and love.


P.S. Fuck you daylight savings!!! Give me my hour back!!!