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Thursday, November 02, 2006
Here's something I was thinking about.
I was obviously thinking about something since I was motivated to write a blog about it. It's kind of weird, and I don't know how many people have thought about it before. It's also probably kind of boring. Let me touch on, first, that I don't understand what compelled me to create a blog. I often make fun of blogs and people who blog about everything anyway. But now I've gone and done it; I committed the most condemned of sins: I've blogged. But what can I do now? Sure, I can delete my blog, but why would I want to do that?
Instead, I think I will use this opportunity to blog about things that my friends and parental units would rather not hear. I will use this as my opportunity to whine because no one listens to me when I do. The only thing I can strive for to save my soul from the hellish abyss of weblogging is to make this as least stupid as I can. I clicked on a link to someone's blog and it was simply a bunch of entries full of word fragments and incompetent typing. I won't do it.
Now, to the real point of this entry - though one can never expect there to be a real point to these things. This morning was terrible. I woke up on time for school but was disappointed to find that my only pair of pants were still wet from being washed. Not to mention, my only jacket was wet. So, neither dried before my bus came and it is freezing outside. I refused to become a human icicle, so I waited until the stuff dried. Not all the way, unfortunately, but enough so that I would just get hypothermia rather than freeze.
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It continues from here and actually reaches its point, so if you're interested, go here to read the rest: [link]






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"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself."
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"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself."
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With love and squalor,
Priori Incantatem
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"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself."
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With love and squalor,
Priori Incantatem
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L. Pirandello, "Il fu Mattia Pascal"
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"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself."
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