When you love doing so, it just simply runs through your body. Like how I was too lazy to go work on those three discussion forums in Psychology and two in Math, I felt like almost REMing-ish while typing the words I must talk over. But as I go further through the writing, the words just… okay, the thing was my hands just kept on typing and typing until such shifting time I realize I have reacted enough and pretty odd and seemingly becoming out of the given questions’ substratum. Well I guess that’s how you describe passion in a writer’s blood. Bye, I can feel the hell week approaching. Finals!!