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Thursday, September 10, 2009 - 12:39 AM


now seems a good time as any to post another entry. it will not be about my conception of self, or lack thereof, as i said in the previous post. i have no inspiration to write of such deep and complex issues tonight. honestly, i do not have much inspiration to write anything at all, but writing seems a better alternative than sleeping, for some reason, regardless of the fact that i am dead tired and my eyes feel like they're coated in a layer of sandpaper.

great, i now have news that my entire marketing case study project thing needs to be redone. and it's due in less than a week. how awesome is that. i could go on, ranting about the inefficencies of people, and their general incompetency, but in this case part of the blame lies with me, so i shall save my snide remarks. besides, this blog is not meant for angsting/emoing/talking about school in general.

anyway. blue october has lovely songs. i don't know why i didn't realize it before. they have awesome lyrics and melody and everything musical that i don't know how to explain or comprehend, but sounds wonderful anyway. ahhh.

i am fast losing all sense and sensibility. i do believe it's a sign that i should disappear under the covers of my bed. this post was entirely pointless and un-therapeutic.



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