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Take care,
Addison
I have neglected to write for awhile.
I have a lot to say. I can’t say it. It isn’t because I cannot articulate, or because it doesn’t need to be said. I just can’t say it. I have the proverbial “mindload” of thought patterns. Despite the many angles of thought, they all center around a few singular themes and are very intimate and close to my heart.
In other news I’m beginning to get moved in and settled at Lindenwood. I’m trying to make the best of that AND working overnights at the hotel. I’m NOT convinced this job will work with school. At the present, however, it’s paying the school bill; and I have no other option.
Entering into a life I’ve never really embraced before, (that being an academic one) I’m quite nervous and apprehensive. I don’t really know what to expect, or how to go about “success” as it’s defined by the setting at hand. Frankly, I’m very scared.
Brain Handles > Should Copyright Be Abolished?
A fascinating idea and concept here… So fascinating that I might post my own entry on the subject. Very relevant. Perhaps a reason why not to “download this song“.
Mourning man lies in own grave, and waits to die | Oddly Enough | Reuters
Who is the biggest idiot in this situation…? The man, and his idiocy? Or the idiocy of the people flocking to see him?
I’m not going to say all that everyone else is saying. About how it’s shocking, saddening, etc. I don’t know what to say really. The pain caused by a short two hours is long lasting. Lifetime pain. Deep, searing wounds.
