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Once again it is time to write a speech, and I am doing everything in my power to procrastinate. This seemed like the class that would provide me with nothing but ease. Instead, I get nervous and take my time. That seems to get me in trouble at times as well. Stress is something inevitable in existence. The fact of the matter is that we phene off of it. We talk about it. Brag about it to sound busy and important. Almost so vital, we would be lost without the element of possible misfortune in the near future. That is why I will probably not start writing until tomorrow at eleven, the night before my big debut. Lately I have been thinking more, dreaming more abundantly and playing with equations of all sorts in my mind. I like to push buttons and simply not give a shit. To be the manipulative variable. To self inflict the stresses I wish to take on. You are one of them, but I think you are on to my ways and like to play back.