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zana16Milton may never get read. Perhaps it's because I'm too much of a Calvinist, or perhaps simply because Satan is too attractive a character to let me read; I am damned. Many of his words, about predestination and human responsibility, etc, seem to echo my thoughts, and I don't really need to reinforce the trained-in "Zana you are going to hell for thinking, not believing" that society has been throwing at me for so long that I instinctively believe it. Which is bullshit because even when I was an atheist I still believed I was going to go to hell.
Actually, all of that is just my excuse to procrastinate.
Dressed up today for a Teach for America interview, then got my senior picture taken. The photographer is rather nuts (abducted by aliens nuts) but I'm told he's a genius in terms of his art. I shouldn't be talking, either: I have effectively shown myself to be rather nuts on occassion. Like yesterday. I woke up, went over to Lamont to eat, and everybody I knew and said "hi" to didn't seem to know me. There were two explanations, I decided: either I had gotten really drunk the night before and nobody wanted to talk to me now, or I had fallen into a parallel universe where I didn't exist. It speaks to jsut how tired I was that I concluded that the second explanation was the more plausible. Slept most of the afternoon, then got up and discovered that I hadn't gotten all the eye-makeup off the night before, so I looked rather like a raccoon. Intriguing.
The search for my totem animal continues. My nickname may be Turtle, but I don't feel that that's my true spirit animal.
In other news, could anyone tell me why I'm taking the math GRE?
Actually, all of that is just my excuse to procrastinate.
Dressed up today for a Teach for America interview, then got my senior picture taken. The photographer is rather nuts (abducted by aliens nuts) but I'm told he's a genius in terms of his art. I shouldn't be talking, either: I have effectively shown myself to be rather nuts on occassion. Like yesterday. I woke up, went over to Lamont to eat, and everybody I knew and said "hi" to didn't seem to know me. There were two explanations, I decided: either I had gotten really drunk the night before and nobody wanted to talk to me now, or I had fallen into a parallel universe where I didn't exist. It speaks to jsut how tired I was that I concluded that the second explanation was the more plausible. Slept most of the afternoon, then got up and discovered that I hadn't gotten all the eye-makeup off the night before, so I looked rather like a raccoon. Intriguing.
The search for my totem animal continues. My nickname may be Turtle, but I don't feel that that's my true spirit animal.
In other news, could anyone tell me why I'm taking the math GRE?
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