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I continue to uphold to this singular insight, gleaned from my sufferance of Stupid Classmate A in Philosophy 101 and Stupid Classmate B in Theology 131, along with an unpleasant experience that greatly unsettled by Being this morning.
There are some questions that beg to asked, and some that are better left off dead. In the same sense, silence in matters that affect one's passions too deeply could be the ticket to maturity for lesser minds.
Forgive the language. I read through Longinus' "On the Sublime" and now my eyes are squinting both from the miniscule font size and from the overall lack of good, solid light in my room. ._.
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So there's a free cut tomorrow in Philosophy which doesn't change the fact that I'll be waking up bloody early anyway because I want to be on campus to study. I've got 6 more texts to go for Lit Crit and the funny bald man that is my professor there, AND THEN we have the supplementary stuff my brain needs to chow down on for Chinese Lit. Reading more Soul Mountain fits into this mix somewhere. May or may not end up cutting Theo to get past everything.
More on Philo. I think I passed the oral exam. I would like to believe that I did exceptionally well.
hel_interrupted made my day by tasking me to make poems written by certain children on campus bleed purple on paper. The editor in me now curls up at the back of my head, grinning and happily swishing its tail left to right, left to right. I look forward to Friday now, because I get to give her catnip.
I pray I'm not the only one who's reeling from the realization that we Atenean kids have 5 more weeks to go before everything comes to an end.
There are some questions that beg to asked, and some that are better left off dead. In the same sense, silence in matters that affect one's passions too deeply could be the ticket to maturity for lesser minds.
Forgive the language. I read through Longinus' "On the Sublime" and now my eyes are squinting both from the miniscule font size and from the overall lack of good, solid light in my room. ._.
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stitchedophelia is up at stitched_o. Friend it. I promise to love you for it. :3So there's a free cut tomorrow in Philosophy which doesn't change the fact that I'll be waking up bloody early anyway because I want to be on campus to study. I've got 6 more texts to go for Lit Crit and the funny bald man that is my professor there, AND THEN we have the supplementary stuff my brain needs to chow down on for Chinese Lit. Reading more Soul Mountain fits into this mix somewhere. May or may not end up cutting Theo to get past everything.
More on Philo. I think I passed the oral exam. I would like to believe that I did exceptionally well.
hel_interrupted made my day by tasking me to make poems written by certain children on campus bleed purple on paper. The editor in me now curls up at the back of my head, grinning and happily swishing its tail left to right, left to right. I look forward to Friday now, because I get to give her catnip.I pray I'm not the only one who's reeling from the realization that we Atenean kids have 5 more weeks to go before everything comes to an end.
