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Your head a splode. Yeah, its what I can hear Strong Bad saying. Its about my midterm. The things vexing me, though I KNOW its just a personal headgame. Oftentimes it seems this contrarious mind of mind insists on NOT doing whatever it is that I ought to be doing, but working studiously on something else entirely.

Im listening to a Flaming Lips song right...
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Its seven in the morning, and Im awake. In a life like mine, thats groundbreaking news, especially as its dark and rainy outside. Until that upcoming day when those-in-power decide that the clocks shall be set back an hour, its not yet dawn in Portland at seven. More unique is that Im not only awake in the sense that Im ambling around, Im actually alert...
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Months fly by in an entirely distressing manner. In other news, I've decided to substitute little plastic clicky things for trusty dead trees and ink slingers -- that means I can acually post my journal.

February changed into March... March changed into April, and April gave May and August a miss and went straight on until Semptember.

Until one day...



In other news:

TRAVIVSMORTVSEST

"And by strange alchemy of brain
His pleasures always turn'd to pain --
His naivete to wild desire --
His wit to love -- his wine to fire
And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy."

--Edgar Allan Poe

Bought a new guitar yesterday. I feel like a silly little boy about how excited I am.

"Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare. / Hoc tantum possum dicere: non amo te."

--Martial

Damn the apathy. There's a demon in my head siphoning my dreams.

The time has come to put an end to this sycophantic chimera. Blood must be spilled.