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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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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Monday, August 26, 2002
sleep is weird. i can't do it until after 1 or something. i dunno why, but it just seems that way... stupid language reqs at mwc may require me to get up early... this sucks. maybe i'll retake the SAT II's. if i get some tutoring... i bet i could do well enough... hmmmmm........
12:39 AM
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