it'd be nice for once to make sense of inanimate objects speaking profound things to me.
my professors all think i'm crazy, because they're crazy and i understand them, and they've caught on to me...but it's nothing i cant just write off in my jogging journal. it's that thing when you write as you jog. i just made that up...
ask not what you can do for your country; just get off your butt and do it!!!
speaking of which, she has made me quite unready, and i want to vomit...
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