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Have you ever been so tired that low voices sound like undistinguished angels? Neither have I, but I was pretty darned tired today. My parents stayed up late again, which ruined all possibilities for me sleeping, and my dad came in 15 minutes before my alarm went off this morning and woke me up wondering why my alarm clock hadn't gone off. It was considerate of him, but at the same time it bothered me that I was awakened. I've been asking people: Is obsession a bad thing. Think about it now. Still thinking? If you're like most of the other people I asked, the response you'd give me is "It depends". (Feel free to respond to this by e-mailing me at [email protected]). I'm actually very interested in the answer. I think that all questions can be seen in two lights - right or wrong, but that decision is in the eye of the beholder. If you're interested in my opinion, I think obsession is passion. The literal definition "to obsess" means to occupy one's mind excessively. Even though I'm tired, I went to the weight room after school today. I'm pretty sore right now, due to the fact that I haven't lifted weights in quite some time now, but it felt good to lift again, and I can tell that it was a good idea. Something for me to remember and look back upon to remember what a fool I was when I was young: I should never start liking someone before I actually really know that person. People are truly amazing, and they truly have layers, which peel away as you get to know them. The problem with me, is that I have an incredible imagination, and coupled with a pictographic memory, I come to know that person far better than they could ever know me. Not quite . . . "fair"? I've got a G.A.T.E. meeting at lunch tomorrow that I really can't forget, it's the last meeting before the break . . . I managed to fix Mr. Roa's printer today (I seem to be Mr. Fix-It in that period of drafting . . .) He's an awesome teacher. He complemented my grocery-crate drawing, and told me to start on something else now that I'm finished. I believe I'll continue along that series though - I'm currently drawing a milk bottle (the old fashioned "Roa" way), which has one of the cardboard tops, and a different colored milk at the surface of the bottle (the cream). Quite a task ahead of me. Alysia's coming over after school, and she's going to study with me for the Algebra II test we have on Friday, providing there's school on Friday (on account of the big storm hitting Thursday). We've really had some wild weather lately, but that's alright . . . After school today, my mom took me into town where she had put 3 trench coats on hold (from the thrift store). One of them fit, and it's a double breasted heavy trench coat (sadly the lining was stolen, but it's still heavy and warm), and it only cost us $5.78. She said I can't wear it until after Christmas, but it's a really wonderful trench coat. Thanks Mom, I love you more than you could ever possibly imagine . . . you, Dad, my friends . . . it's the world . . . Basically that was everything of the conscious today . . . the things that happened out loud . . . there's a lot on my mind lately though, and if things resolve as I want them to then I will most likely write about them, but if not then I won't bother writing about them because I do not wish to remember them. I got teased a lot about my facial hair today . . . I'm really sick of it . . . I want people to be more understanding, but they don't seem to listen. Maybe I should take it more light-heartedly, but it's hard when you hear it four times in one day (today). One person asked me if I have ever shaved, and I responded with, "No." of course. He told me I was weird, but I told him that he was a moron upholding the moral status quo of society. Being a football jock, he looked at me with a funny-man-being-confused face, and didn't say anything. He told me he was just joking later, but it still upsets me . . . Anyway, can't keep a good man down, so I can't say I'm down, I'm just tired. Give me a chance to refuel and I'll be good as new. I want to take that math test before break so I can get the stress out of my life . . . that'd be nice . . . Although I can't say I'm really worried about it, or anxious, but I'd rather not have to take it. I don't like being tested per se. Glass bead Game (Herman Hesse) is finally here, so I'm going to start reading it tonight. I'll probably take a shower and try to sleep around 8:00, but I've still got that little English packet to do so I need to get to work. Take care my friends.
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