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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Tuesday, May 28, 2002
oh gee golly.
didn't realize exercise was so good for me.
i am stealing mary stuart's summer resolution:
improve mental, spiritual, and physical fitness every day.
-every- day.
bold statement for me. but if i don't do -something- everyday, i will put it off for forever.
for-e-ver... why does anyone still remember the sandlot?
one more disgusting day of high school.
make it a good one? no. survival will suffice.
exams? yes. several. i hate math math math math math math math math math math math math math math math math math math amt hmat hmat hamet hame thmae thkmae tkh;m aer;gk ae;gjnaofnaeoirfnmlassdfamsl;flkmaom#ozimzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
i am not taking calc ever. it has been made official. i am taking music theory next year, and therefore i can't take calc--i'd have to take it first semester or i'll have forgotten all math. i'll take stat later.
believe it or not, i am kind of sad to not complete my mathematical understanding. i feel like i'm letting myself down. -but- i would never ever ever use it. so i guess pragmatism over idealism here... but that's cool... kind of... if i did take calc i would probably regret it and be like "why am i taking this??????" and have to study hardcore. oh well.
how do you measure a year?
[no. i do not like that musical...]
6:55 PM
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