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. . . . . entries for 13.11.05 . . . . . Gah, well, given my sleepiness level of last night, my professed goal of artin' it did not, in fact, come to pass. I figure that, to remedy this, I'll do all the damn APUSH reading I'd otherwise be doing tomorrow night so that I can focus on the shaded gloves when it is dark, and my emo artist-self comes out. (And, uh, so I can get the dramatic lighting right. Secondary, of course. Secondary.) I occasionally find myself wishing, moodily, that I didn't have a social life at all, outside of being acquainted with my peers in the academic and extracurricular realms. If I were to have no social life, I reason, I would be able to focus on improving *me,* an entity which, verily, is wanting of much improvement. In any case. I could ramble and ramble and ramble forever about that, because it's pretty much all I ever think about anymore. I am reminded of that "rate my life" thing I took a while ago, and the question that asked if one had any enjoyable hobbies. I'm not sure that I do, unless you count APUSH as a hobby. It's the only class I really *like* on all levels. Midi's easy, sure, and musical, but that frequently. . . you know what, this paragraph was intended to *conclude* my rambling, not beget more of it. Back to Jefferson.
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