Not so secretive?
I don't really feel like unlocking my entries, but I suppose I can't see any real harm in it. Someone suggested to me that I make more of my entries public. Something about 'opening up to the student body' or some rubbish. Not that I take issue with the student body, I just don't like most of them reading anything resembling an inner monologue put to print.
NEWT studying seems to be going well. That probably means I should work on it harder. Optimism over this might breed too much security, which might result in failure.
I really sound very technical today, don't I?
Perhaps it's time for a tangent: I've been having troubled dreams lately. I can't exactly sort them out, nor do I know if I want to. One morning I woke up when my cat decided I was disturbing his rest with what must have been nightmare-mumbling -- he jumped on my head. That's certainly how I want to wake up when I'm having a dream about something swarming me.
Thanks, you sneaky, mangy Tom. I love you too.
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I got another letter from my father today. I don't really know what to think. The man's insane. Apparently he's been photographing wyverns while they hunt elephants in Africa... and he doesn't use camoflage. He sent me some pictures; half of them are of some creature or another becoming irritated at his camera, or chasing him, or trying to get into the hole into which he dove for cover.
Why, oh why?
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NEWT studying seems to be going well. That probably means I should work on it harder. Optimism over this might breed too much security, which might result in failure.
I really sound very technical today, don't I?
Perhaps it's time for a tangent: I've been having troubled dreams lately. I can't exactly sort them out, nor do I know if I want to. One morning I woke up when my cat decided I was disturbing his rest with what must have been nightmare-mumbling -- he jumped on my head. That's certainly how I want to wake up when I'm having a dream about something swarming me.
Thanks, you sneaky, mangy Tom. I love you too.
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I got another letter from my father today. I don't really know what to think. The man's insane. Apparently he's been photographing wyverns while they hunt elephants in Africa... and he doesn't use camoflage. He sent me some pictures; half of them are of some creature or another becoming irritated at his camera, or chasing him, or trying to get into the hole into which he dove for cover.
Why, oh why?
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