This is turning out to be a good album.

Tonight I was going to hang out with Ryan and listen to music and stuff, but that's not happening...eh. I can wait for a better day.

I got a splinter. I pulled it out with nail clippers and a bit of alcohol. Yessir. Except now I have a sort of ragged hole in my finger. Oh wellll.

I need to aim to be a better person.

MIT asked me for an update on my schedule, and I don't have one, so they said I could tell a joke or my favorite quote. I told them a story.

And also a really bad joke. >.> I figure this will either make or break my application. Heavy duty.

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"The dreams of better places decimate my view.
The weight of your embraces remind the world of you.
Outside the world's opposing, attempting to decree.
With allies decomposing the future that could be.

I have let the dream escape,
A sunken mass of things erased,
A list of names to leave behind,
A wound to heal that I'll create.

The message failed to translate,
The answers failing to convey,
The fiery truth and reason why the world I live in ends this way."

I've been finding a lot of excellent music, recently.

One of my friends promised to exchance gifts with me this Christmas. I had to go home, though, so I had my gift (Bastille's album) sent to her home. I expected to get mine (Twenty One Pilot's self-titled album) either at home or when I got back to Georgia. A few weeks after the break ended, I called her to ask about it. I feel like that's incredibly rude, but she DID say she'd ordered it and I thought it would just be awkward if I just didn't mention that I hadn't seen it, especially if she HAD mailed it to my home or something.

On the phone, she said she had it with her and would bring it to the next ministry get-together. When I saw her on Tuesday, she approached me with her head down, handed me a small package and a card, and ran away.

The package was a box of skittles, and the card explained that she had never ordered the CD at all. She'd been prideful and ashamed (an interesting combination, and a hard one to shake off) and had kept lying when I asked her about it.

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It's really worrisome, when someone you trust does something like that, especially when our friendship has been historically centered on God. I definitely felt let-down, but...what must she be going through to do something like that? I know she deals with depression, and it's been hitting her pretty hard lately, but that's an especially weird frame of mind. Especially for her.

I made sure she knew that we're still pals. She didn't want to hear it, but that's OK. :P That was about a month ago. On Friday, we talked a bit, and I told her I was feeling pretty convicted about some stuff from the "sermon" we'd just heard, and that I'm seeing divergence between my heart and the heart that I want. (This is an extreme over-simplification of what I actually told her.) I also told her that I'm sick and busy, which isn't very fun.

At church yesterday, she surprised me with another card and a little bottle of orange juice. The card was just thanking me for being her friend, encouraging me to get my junk figured out, and a "get well soon" sentiment.

You see, this is what I miss out when I don't talk to people that I care about. Both of us struggle and nobody gets nice cards.

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How does this happen to me twice in a year? SO beat up.

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I wonder how many of these posts I have laying around that I'm not going to recognize if I got back and read them later. That's...something to think about.

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like my lawn.

I also did much better the second time around on Paper 2 of the math exam, even though I much prefer Paper 1. It seems that I do better when the problems rely on my brain power and not my calculator. Strange.

I'm going to be a lifeguard, if all goes well, by next weekend. Exciting and scary at the same time.

Steven Crowder is my new comedic hero, even above Dimitri Martin.

...OK, maybe not. But you get the picture. Except in some cases Steven is so conservative it's scary (but mostly hilarious).

I have 4 messages in my inbox. It's killing me because I always have 2, and now I have 4. I'll delete them right now.

Speaking of which, I've avoided my mail lately. No idea why. It's probably brimming with delightful spam right now.

There's this book called Hyperion that I bought at a glance a long time ago, and that I didn't read because I got bored with it. Bad timing, I guess. But I'm burning through it right now, and it's epic. I can't begin to describe it.

I microwaved a bit of brownie today, so that it was JUST too hot to eat, then put an Oreo Klondike Bar on top of it and ate the thing with a spoon. Fun and delicious.

Ungh, English...

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