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I place another chocolate in my mouth; before I can eat it, it has melted. It's hard to think that this little piece of decadence was once part of a tree, but the peanuts remind me that it's from the earth all the same. School winds down in preparation for the holiday season. I get paid on thursday, I love easy jobs. police man knocked on my door last night, obviously a panic alarm had gone off from my house. I was cooking sausage and eggs, he disturbed me; sausage comes from pigs. The irony of the situation slides from my shoulders as I slide onto the couch to watch Discovery: Health. Wonderful evening, and I didn't get dressed up for it. Monsters, Inc. and Dirty Dancing end up being much better than a dance. Apparently some people didn't have good evenings, others did, but I guess that's the way life goes. Somedays you get the dog, the other days, the dog gets you, Silly, my dad says that to me all the time, but it really doesn't register until you begin to understand your situation. Although some of my grades look dismal, I proceed to work hard, establishing a supernatural work ethic that allows me to laze about. I can't wait until I'm back in my own bed, working on my own desk, it's just much more comfortable. The pile of unsharpened pencils reminds me that I have a story to write today. Should be the easiest thing I've ever written, but I think the stipulations will get me. Nevertheless, it would be one hell of a screen play, too bad it's kinda like Butterfly Effect (which didn't give me the idea, I just realized that it was kind of like that after I had planned it out). Life is good, I have no reason to complain, other than the faqct that the 14th is during finals week. The 14th is my favorite day of the month, followed by the 30th in second and the 28th in third (who wouldn't like their un-birthday every month?). 19 days until Christmas eve. 19 days until I'm opening one gift with my mom, step-dad and step-brother. 19 days until I'm driving to a church that's 40 miles away at 11 o'clock at night to see my dad for Midnight mass. It's too bad everything can be measured. It always put a value on everything. You can BUY chips, DO homework, UNDERSTAND what you're learning. I personally would much rather HAVE chips, KNOW the homework, and COMPREHEND what I'm learning. Why takes tests to measure my aptitude as opposed to letting me convey my aptitude or demonstrate it? Life should be more hands on and more philosophical. Society if bereft of thought and I wish to cenverse in an intelligent manner, is that so much to ask of society? Aye, it is, for society has grown too fond of reclining and watching those who wish to excell guide the world on a leash. This leash is one upon which I wish not to be teathered.