you smoke too much when you talk too much

2009-02-03 7:07 p.m.

I've realized that I write at the level of a fifteen-year-old. Without so much of the hysterics. Hm, and I feel that I'm okay with that. I'm a lazy person. I don't dress to impress, nor write to be pretentious.

I prefer concise over verbose. Get to the point so I don't have to skim a thousand words before something of substance is said.

Damn, I never say anything of substance either.

And I don't really have a point for this entry either.

I think I've just failed to prove a point.

Now I'm the one talking in circles.

I'm bored.

There, two words and it successfully describes an entire day.

I could go on to say that I have been miserable and dribbling mucus all over Social Sciences. I could describe the flood of germs and parched skin around my nose in gross detail! Would anyone like that?

My life is so mundane, but charmingly so, I'd like to think. What are people's favorite things to read about? Politics? Sex? Scandal? My life is devoid of all three. Maybe I'll make some up. That seems like a fun idea. There must be a reason why other people to it obsessively.

Mersh, I don't have the time. I've two days to get 40 pages of resarch on Austria's policies in regards to the weaponization of space (topic A) and nationalist/separatist terrorism (topic B). And position papers for each. That's just to start: last conference it was 70 pages for each topic. I doubt we'll win an award, what with being up against I don't know... the world? Harvard included? Gooodness knows what other Ivies? I think my goal at this point is to at the very least not embarass myself.

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