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Just because I haven't updated in a while, I'm doing it now, from school, where I could be doing something very educational, or I could be in the cafeteria, being educated.
I am really enjoying this keyboard.Very much It makes the most satisfying click-click noises. It may be the most satisfying keyboard I have every typed on, or typed with. I think my final paper for Mr. Bolser is going to be on Tolstoyism. Tolstoyism is now an entire sect of Christianity in Russia. Ironically, or perplexing-ly enough, Tolstoy did not believe in Christianity as a religion. There have been some very interesting things happening in my life. I am beginning dreadlocks. Yes, I am/have been washing my hair. I'm just neglecting it. It's beautifully clumpy, and the dreadlocks are forming. I signed up to take my SAT. I made an appointment to get my nose pierced on my birthday. Six days from now. I'm applying to the academy. I doubt, seriously really doubt that I will go. But today I realized that I don't like Richmond anymore, and I once really enjoyed it. I decided to buy a camera, a nice camera, and begin taking nice pictures. I was made Register entertainment editor. I got a job. Yes, a job. Weekends, barrista-ing at Charlies. I volunteered at the MRL library booksale, and got 523 free books. As of right now, most of them are sprawled all over my floor, stacked into little piles of five or six. God it is so pacifying to seem them every morning, and pick a new one to read. I've decided to dedicate my life to making myself happy. I've been going to sleep very early, every night, and still I wake up exhausted, and I am exhausted every day. Drowsily exhausted, frustratingly exhausted, disgustingly exhausted. I just want to collapse and cry, and read, and sleep, and sigh. But I have many many accumulating responsibilities, I just want to do menial labor until I can fall asleep into a comfortable bed at night. God, christ, I'm lying. I'm not satisfied. with myself. today.
I am really enjoying this keyboard.Very much It makes the most satisfying click-click noises. It may be the most satisfying keyboard I have every typed on, or typed with. I think my final paper for Mr. Bolser is going to be on Tolstoyism. Tolstoyism is now an entire sect of Christianity in Russia. Ironically, or perplexing-ly enough, Tolstoy did not believe in Christianity as a religion. There have been some very interesting things happening in my life. I am beginning dreadlocks. Yes, I am/have been washing my hair. I'm just neglecting it. It's beautifully clumpy, and the dreadlocks are forming. I signed up to take my SAT. I made an appointment to get my nose pierced on my birthday. Six days from now. I'm applying to the academy. I doubt, seriously really doubt that I will go. But today I realized that I don't like Richmond anymore, and I once really enjoyed it. I decided to buy a camera, a nice camera, and begin taking nice pictures. I was made Register entertainment editor. I got a job. Yes, a job. Weekends, barrista-ing at Charlies. I volunteered at the MRL library booksale, and got 523 free books. As of right now, most of them are sprawled all over my floor, stacked into little piles of five or six. God it is so pacifying to seem them every morning, and pick a new one to read. I've decided to dedicate my life to making myself happy. I've been going to sleep very early, every night, and still I wake up exhausted, and I am exhausted every day. Drowsily exhausted, frustratingly exhausted, disgustingly exhausted. I just want to collapse and cry, and read, and sleep, and sigh. But I have many many accumulating responsibilities, I just want to do menial labor until I can fall asleep into a comfortable bed at night. God, christ, I'm lying. I'm not satisfied. with myself. today.