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Arrgh. I've been trying to find a Rhiannon's knot design for the past three hours, and every single page says "some knots are symbols for gods and goddesses" but not one will actually give me a picture of the various goddesses' knots. My middle name is Rhiannon and one of the few concrete goals I have in life is to get a Rhiannon's knot on my lower back. The two graphics of Rhiannon's knots that I have found are completely different.

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I cleaned my room. Well, April cleaned my room while she was looming at me to hurry up and finish Tamora Pierce's latest, but I finished cleaning it. Everybody who lives within a 500-mile radius should come and see it while it lasts. ie, within the next two days.

Today is Be Bald and Free Day. Enjoy, sylvanstargazer and whereshardy.

Off to read chapers of Origins of Totalitarianism and Sex Tips for Girls alternately, so I will have an incentive not to throw the former across the room and declare Zeno's Paradox to be true and there is no reality.

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Have gotten through six whole pages of Origins of Totalitarianism. Only 117 left to go.

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Am having an excruciatingly bad day. Wah.

Origins of Totalitarianism is very good but very dense. I wish she's didn't have a key concept every other sentence so that I could skim.

Goddamnit why doesn't this school have Frosted MiniWheats anymore???? I need thinking food to munch on.

I'm not sure if I was always this bad at concentrating while studying or if I just never had to study things that require this much concentration. I wish Ritalin were over-the-counter. I wish my brother were still on it so I could steal some of his. Oh, don't look at me like that. I take a small pile of prescription drugs just to be able to get up in the morning and function like a sane human being; what's another one going to hurt? *sigh* Except for that pesky vow I made to myself to stop fucking around with drugs, prescription or otherwise. Breaking promises to other people bothers me so much that I only do so in extreme cases, but breaking promises to myself--I have to live with me. I have to forgive me. I have to deal with the repercussions.

Should stop procrastinating now.

In which Zana bemoans the fact that she is fit only to be an intellectual

*sob* I do this every week. If Alice Hearst weren't such a flake herself, I swear she'd kill me.

Well. Chapter 10 is read. Chapter 11 may well get done. I'm hoping to convince her to spend another week on Arendt since I still have Chapter 12 and the entire 312 pages of Aikeman in Jerusalem to do, and I'm going to bed before one am, dammit. Why in hell's name did I ever do a special studies? And why did I ask Alice, who has no idea what it's like to be mortal and not be able to read-absorb-regurgitate at a human speed, to be my advisor on this?

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Okay. I'm done now. Off to refuel--one of these days I'm gonna have to learn to study without consuming large amounts of sugar at the same time, but it won't be before I graduate--then write up Ch. 10 and read Ch. 11. Only three days til the weekend. When I'll have to read Barrington Moore and Adorno. Good news is we're halfway through the reading list and I'm not starkers yet.

In other news, Sally's family is coming this weekend! Which means good food and hopefully her sister so we can tease her mercilessly.