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No, I am not dead, though I fear that if I continue these unhealthy habits of mine, I soon shall be. There are writers who withdraw themselves from civilized society completely so they can write without distraction. For the past few weeks, I have attempted to try this without much success. School has remained my one connection to society, and a major distraction. An unwanted presence in near-paradise. My mother wouldn't allow me to skip school even if I were coughing up blood and having gravely brain-damaging seizures. Between school and upcoming exams and mother and Eugène's nagging, I've still managed to turn out a hundred pages of a novel and complete yet another painting.
Speaking of exams, I haven't even looked at my textbooks yet. Latin doesn't worry me so much, and neither does Romantic and Victorian Poetry or 18th/19th c. History. Math, on the other hand...
Mother says I should stop being such a homebody and go out and socialize more. Supposedly I'll end up being a hermit if I don't go anywhere -- Howard Hughes, maybe? I do go out, especially to the nice little cafés nearby, but I think my mother believes that if I don't have friends calling me at ridiculous hours of the day, I must be a hermit.
There's a good French film on television, today, so I'm going to put off studying to watch it.
Speaking of exams, I haven't even looked at my textbooks yet. Latin doesn't worry me so much, and neither does Romantic and Victorian Poetry or 18th/19th c. History. Math, on the other hand...
Mother says I should stop being such a homebody and go out and socialize more. Supposedly I'll end up being a hermit if I don't go anywhere -- Howard Hughes, maybe? I do go out, especially to the nice little cafés nearby, but I think my mother believes that if I don't have friends calling me at ridiculous hours of the day, I must be a hermit.
There's a good French film on television, today, so I'm going to put off studying to watch it.