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| I should either eat or sleep, as I haven't done either in quite some time, but I just can't be bothered.
the disconnect, the cold, the night.
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| This name no longer suits me, perhaps never did. But especially not now, when I spend a good deal of time with Indians. Well, did, before certain other obligations cropped up.
But really, what would the point be in creating another name when this one is so infrequently used?
...I adopt that apathetic attitude all too often.
What's the use in trying? I'm quite the cynical optimist.
But this was not meant to be deeply introspective!
Oh, Raskolnikov. Oh, I love my English project. Love love love it. I am so glad she liked it.
Ah. Right. Perhaps I shall resurrect an additional old account. oooh. aaah.
So, lights. I found five bucks and fifty whilst on the balcony. It inspired me to make a song about how I like the balcony. I did not get very far. I also found an iPod, but I did not keep that. What we did not find was Charlotte's keys. But then Charlotte found her keys and did not kill Jason, so s'all good.
It would seem that I have a rather discursive way of thinking.
Oh. Right. Name. Binomial nomenclature. Linnaeus.
Hmm. I don't think anyone would guess. The only people who've made comments are the ones who know. And even then, it's rarely. And most of them forgot, I believe. Oh, ambiguity.
So, ah, this is not profound.
I don't like the taste of tea. At least, the tea I've tried. Maybe it's because the most vile excuse for a human being used to drink it all the time, that Lipton stuff, iced tea, always, always iced tea.
Never could stand it.
D's given us tea on a couple occassions in English, and I felt bad, but I just could not drink the stuff.
Little-Shop-ness soon. I have some good usher minions. Hurrah.
In conclusion, does anyone ever wonder if we really exist? It's just staggering to think about how many people exist on this earth and how each of them is an individual person, with their own thoughts, own relationships and connections, each one with an entire world inside their heads. Sometimes I find myself just stopping and wondering if I'm really where I am, how I've gotten there, marvelling at the sequence of events that has led up to the moment, the intricacy of life.
Aaaand on that note, adieu.
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| I know that it is utterly unattainable and knowing that provides a certain sort of freedom.
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| Dddddone with this Xanga. Adios, amigos. It was nice while it lasted. Adieu. Catch y'all on the flip side. And good luck to the JV soccer team!
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| Life is good. Life is really, really good.
Moby Dick, Consumer Ed, and Write On stuff to do over the weekend, but that's just a minor blip on the radar.
wheee yay4getting enough sleep!
Saw Chronicles of Narnia with Anna and Alex yesterday. I reiterate: Gosh darnit, someone should've told me there were talking animals in it sooner! Heh. Furry beavers  | | |
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