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each and every one of my posts is, essentially, a waste of time. im serious. rarely is anything of value conveyed, seldom do i find time to focus on anything other than myself and my own meandering trivialities, and, frankly, they are all quite boring. in truth, the only reason i ever post anything at all (save for the sake of my dear old Da' and an appreciation for family) is to kill time in varying measures. today for example, i have only a few minutes until my next class begins, so this will be a fairly short post; if i had some two hours, i might be inclined to type the first draft of my forthcoming novella on the disentigration of modern authenticity in the context of pop-music and religion. some 75 pages.
each of my subsequent posts read increasingly like a dissertation on the nature of twenty-something losers in the shadowy deficit of Academia -- and to be perfectly honest, im not even sure what that means, or why it deserves its own paragraph.
my boredom prompts me to be self-degrading, and, even though i dont know what the word means, i feel utterly insuccient. but class begins, and im ready to, simply, get it over with.
au revoir.
chase
each of my subsequent posts read increasingly like a dissertation on the nature of twenty-something losers in the shadowy deficit of Academia -- and to be perfectly honest, im not even sure what that means, or why it deserves its own paragraph.
my boredom prompts me to be self-degrading, and, even though i dont know what the word means, i feel utterly insuccient. but class begins, and im ready to, simply, get it over with.
au revoir.
chase