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I just torqued my head, in a "hair-flicking" manner, as if my hair were obscuring my vision. I didn't even think about it or voluntarily perform it. It was instinct. It was meaningless. Since I cut my hair.
While "studying" I came across the conclusion

Man, pluots are nuts.
Bizzaro Dream #2

So I had one of those extremely vivid dreams in class today, whilst drifting in and out of sleep. And I surprisingly remembered many of those vivid details. Here's the setting of the class I was in: Watching a documentary on Osama Bin-Laden, his upbringing and his family. Wait, dreaming about Bin-Laden? That sounds like terr'st speak!

So I'm walking down the hall behind Osama. It's in fairly nice home, perhaps the house from Brady Bunch. His sister, Angelina Jolie, dressed like she was in "A Mighty Heart", a movie I've only seen the preview to, once, says, "Osama, when are you gonna grow up and stop hanging out with your stupid group of friends, clearly pointing to only me." He says, "shut up, more guys are coming!" His dad, played by the one and only Snoop Dogg, straight out of Fatherhood, says, "man, I've raised such a spoiled family. When I was young in the hood, I never had it as good as you. When you move out, I'm turning your room into an observatory." Snoop finishes dusting off his trophy cabinet. I walk into his room and jump up to sit on his bed. Cut scene.
Rii-diculous

The touchdown sign at the end killed me. We get it, you're an American football player.
Public

How many ways can I waste a day?

Not go to church.
Not study.
Play (too much) Starcraft.
Not exercise.
Eat disgusting amounts of food.

At least I didn't get drunk. That would have been the icing on the fail cake.
Finals/Papers = Sin

But not in that sense.

I'd liken this final paper that I'm "writing" to confessing/repenting sin. I know the steps that I need to take to finish it. Everything is outlined out. But I don't want to do it. If anything, I loathe the idea of putting words on a page (xanga doesn't count). But once I finish, I am promised freedom. Which raises the question, why hasn't freedom motivated me to overcome this iniquity? Hm...that question works both ways too.

Also, this term is gonna catch on: B.S.-ta. It's like a writing party, a FIESTA~! Of course, similar to the last paragraph, (which wasn't supposed to go deep or get personal), this term totally cuts both ways. Because if you happen to fall asleep while writing, it's like a siesta! Oh yes, the creative juices are flowing at full force.
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Go, throw yourself into the sea!

It will be done for you. But, you have talk to the mountain.

But I hate taking initiative/responsibility for my own actions.

Oh......
The end of fun

Hot showers. Amazing right? Not for me anymore...before they used to be relaxing, soothing, everything they've been described as. But recently, I've just been getting the hot part. As in the painful, burning part. On top of that, I get angry, because I'm not enjoying it anymore. I think it might have to do with my mind associating hot showers with waking up, the most dreaded feeling in the world, since I mostly shower in the morning.
In the words of the immortal Hannah Montana....

This isn't fair. How am I supposed to eat healthy, when I get introduced this wunderfood? And yes, it tastes exactly how one would imagine. The internal struggle over funyuns and hot cheetos is over. I know they've been around for a while, and I'm getting on the bandwagon kinda late. But geezlouise, flaming hot funyuns? Are you kidding me?