( Incarnations of Burned Children, by David Foster Wallace )

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Given the utter amusement of the eleventy billion LJ notifications I received today, I hereby reinstate this icon. Because it is true.

And now I shall return to Nineteenth Century French Literature, and Two-Dimensional Rectangles, As If There Were Any Other Kind (or rather, coding arrays upon arrays of them), and other such ridiculous things.*love

This is a maintenance post of sorts. I feel a little bad about doing this, but then again, I feel bad about doing a lot of things when I probably shouldn't be feeling so ( Read more... )

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I am on spring break for two weeks! Whooo!As today was the last day, very little could be taken seriously. We played charades in English and jeopardy in French. We ordered pizza and played pictionary in art, and stayed there through lunch. We had a computer ethics debate in Java. My last class of the day was Chemistry. We had a test that no one ( Read more... )

...you can't even think of anything interesting enough to put in your livejournalI ate about four fruit-by-the-foots and about three mountain dews and that was probably the highlight of my day ( Read more... )

Been Photoshopping. Life is good.

Steal what you want, but comment first.

( iconorama )

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