In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni

[imjustcurious]

If my classes are designed specifically designed to drive me insane, then the rest of the world, as the product of my own imagination and some sort of self-hating subjectivity, is designed to make my eyes and nose leak. There is no good weather anywhere! There are no fucking calm clouds in my coffee! My tea leaves read like a 19th-century russian

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i should be doing AP USH work.

[fireballems]

my fav. palindrome ever: won't lovers revolt now?

also, that bright eyes song, at the begining, sounds like "Santa Clause is Coming to Town."

[plura]

my annus mirabilus is happening in two years. for the win!

(i'm considering making a SECRET GENIUS CLUB for next year. we can have study parties all the time! and feed off of each other's brilliance, like harmoniums. it'll be grrrrreat!)

[plura]

sweetbabyjaysus i misspelled mirabilis. IS. IS. IS. IT'S AN I. I KNOW THIS.

i'm still a genius, though.

[wwiinngg]

dead cats, quantum physics, and despair?

oh man-- do you know that you are channeling my journal? except instead of the sky i write about the ground. grass instead of clouds.

[onlyvalidinink]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club