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To fulfill the prophecy of Iggy Pop, my pretty face will be going to hell soon if I don't start getting some fucking sleep. This constant barrage of homework is driving me batty. Sleep deprivation really does boost the creativity, but only because it makes you fucking insane.

The "move" (which consisted of me hauling the vast majority of my worldly possessions to my mother's house) went well, thanks for asking.

(Spring break is only 2 weeks away...remember that...)

Song thievery of the day:

I took my shirt off in the yard
no one saw that the skin on my shoulders was golden
now it's not, my shirt's back on
I forgot my songs
the glow is gone
my gliding body stopped
I could not get through September without a battle
I face death, I went in with my arms swinging
but I heard my own breath, and I had to face that I'm still living
I'm still flesh, I hold onto awful feelings
I'm not dead, there's no end, my face is red
my blood flows harshly
my heart beats loudly
my chest still draws breath, I hold it, I'm buoyant
there's no end
--"The Glow Pt. 2," the Microphones