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AHHHHHHHHHH I want to kill Nic. I wake up and as soon as I step into the kitchen we begin our day with a big, lovely argument. My take? He's a terrible roommate. His take? Who the fuck cares.

Good news, went out for beers with the folks at Voices for Burma (and by folks I mean fellow journalism students Shaughn (editor) and Adam (another writer)). Before we know it two German exchange students show up plus this other dude who's apparently in my poli. sci class and we have a grand ol' time with insanely cheap beers at the campus bar. Adam goes outside for a cigarette and Shaughn takes me aside once he leaves; tells me that he's going to shoot a documentary in Ghana for a few months and would like me to take over as editor for the summer issues while he's gone (!!!!!). Slightly very unexpected. Of course I said yes, but now that I think about it the next issue is right when I'll be moving and doing exams and everything else under the sun, so I'm thinking twice. I secretly cower at the responsibility...Bahh, maybe Shaughn will change his mind. Yep, yep...yep yep.

In other news, who the HELL needs this much mayonnaise?