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…except read two other books for school. At least one is a book of poetry about Kanye West, and the other, “The Bluest Eye”, is a book with not as many words on the page and, if it’s about what I think it is, something that I’d be interested in. I got the bad news that my military scholarship is done, and now I’m searching for more. I don’t know if I should since I only have a few more classes to complete before I’m done. If I wasn’t in a Final Fantasy daze, I would feel bittersweet.

My house is swarmed with bees, red wasps, and hornets. Spring is here alright, but I wish it could have left the infestation behind. It made it hard to jog. Night.

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Finally, some warmth. Other than that it was a typical Sunday with a meeting in the morning and then a study just shortly afterward. I almost finished with “Lolita”. I got to the part where he visits her after so long and finds her pregnant with another man’s baby and had also ruined her life. Harsh. After a nice, warm jog, I jammed out to some Linkin Park while exchanging music with my mother from David Bowie, the Rolling Stones, Journey, and of course Linkin Park. Well, goodnight.

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Boy, the cold is stubborn. Wish I could say the same to our now broke refrigerator (why is everything in our house malfunctioning?). The strange part of it all was that while I was jogging, it didn’t feel as cold as I thought it was. It was more like warm, chilly and I was like hoodie, no hoodie. It was headache weather. I didn’t realize there’s a poetry book about Kanye West. I posted a little poetry myself earlier called Two Become One. Hope you enjoyed it, and I will be leaving now.

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Just a little poetry that I had whipped up for school. Enjoy.

TWO BECOME ONE
Some parts are indeed integral
Confined in the hearts of men
Those who seek digital immortality meet the fate of Gilgal
A soruce of bio-inspiration that which we call women
Be it risky hostile or hurricane sex
Project titan was a bust
A super massive hex
Lest the two are fusing we must leave it to rust
A telltale poem that remains in pieces
One that doesn’t end in triumph
Imparting words of advice chew them with Reese’s
Certain traumas don’t have a drop-off

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I had to wake up earlier this morning, courtesy of my sister, because a guy was coming over to look at our washing machine. Just as well since my night wasn’t very good. I almost lost it when my mom asked me to pay him a hundred dollars (at least she was going to pay me back). Lucky it didn’t come to that. For the first time in what felt like a while, I had a free day (I did read a little of the book though). I even played a little Final Fantasy X (just a bit of level grinding). I wasn’t too thrilled that it was chilly, but I felt worse.

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I was a beast at the test today. 69/70. Almost perfect. I was the first to walk out of the room too, and despite the next three lectures, a financial aid error, and filling out a form for registration, nothing could bring my mood down. It turns out I actually did my assignment right and since I did my essay and proofread it, all I need to do is turn it in. I got hungry in literature and went on a trip to the vending machine. It helped pass the time. We looked at taxidermy and fossils in creative writing (long story), and I tried those Neuro Sonic drinks while watching Final Fantasy lists. Today was awesome.

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I had to book it today. So I spent a good minute on YouTube about how to speed read while reading of course. It was more effective since I got a good twenty pages done, but it’s not enough, and as if adding insult to injury, it turns out that I wasn’t supposed to turn in a rough draft, but an annotated bibliography (lucky I looked it up) so I sped through that assignment only to get confused about whether I not I should put the ones I had in my paper or not. I emailed her, but she was vague, saying put five secondary sources (thanks teach) so I just turned in what I did and hoped what I did is right. I also revised my rough draft. It took some work but I think I might have something. Then I did some mad studying before taking a small break and resume reading.

After a good day of editing, I took a small jog before more studying and reading. It’s been a long day.