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In the past, I've used this blog as a diary, even when my days weren't cool because I valued knowing what I did. This winter break, I don't really know much of what I did. Does that matter? We are so in the moment, does it matter what occurred at every point in time? I can logically say, no, it doesn't matter, but keeping tabs is almost useful to like reiterate or know what happened. just spent an hour going through blog posts....maybe now i'll do the paper?

I sit here, at 5:14AM on 1/14 with less than 50 words on my paper due at 2pm. I've sat around attempting to begin work on it since 10PM(wow I'm inconsistent with AM/PM capitalization). I probably put the first words on it at 2 or 3am. I really don't give a shit about this. It's such a weird feeling....writing a paper...an amalgamation of words to prove I know some shit for a class. To be judged by a letter and that this letter somehow contributes to the overall purpose and abilities of my life. I'm gladly writing/typing this blog spot to procrastinate...I can freely write, that isn't the problem...it's just the topic and the format. A formal paper where I am constantly judged is odd....I should just drop out tomorrow. Fuck this. At best, class will take me to a 9-5...even if it pays 100k, I don't want a 9-5. You reading this are probably going to do exactly this because you are a part of the system. We are  the system. Fuck off. Fuck this world. Fuck ev...