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Sunday, October 07, 2007 ... Posted at 6:28 PM

Sigh.
...

And so I finished the grand exam yesterday, and I never felt so exhausted in my life before. When I came home, I was immediately sent to church for one or two hours, and when I returned, I realized that I made an epic error! I wrote in my planner that my exam was to be on Sunday, however, it was on Saturday! Yes, a three hour exam on the Analysis of Linguistics and Morphemes on the same day as damn test-that-must-not-be-spoken of. I labored painfully through the hours and eventually finished it all at 11:45 PM ... phew.

Its Sunday evening, and I look back on my "week-end" bread in disdain. What rest did I recieve? Nada. My mother left to New York now, and before she left, she came into my room and told me about a secret safe she had, and if anything were to happen to her, she wanted me to get access to it and get it out--and she warned me not to tell my father about it. How saddening. I think the most uncomfortable thing is seeing her constantly check up on my dad's phone records.

Well, Sunday it is. I am sitting at home by myself without no one other in the house besides TouTou the dog, and Headache.

I still have a lot more to do tonight ... Ugh, I must go to sleep at 10 PM tonight or else I'll suffer from a coma again.

On a side note, some of you may know that I have not been very happy in Journalism as of late, and yes, that is very much true. I have no freedom, and no power in the class. As soon as I tried to be proactive, people on the other side of the room were screaming at me and said, "Just because you made the Rebel last year, don't mean you have a voice in what goes on now!" I am a figure-head, or, in Charlie word's, "You are like the Emperor of Japan." That's a rather accurate term, Queen of England, Emperor ... etc. I am really just a figurehead in the class that receives the blame for things when all goes wrong. On the flip side, I currently love my job over at The Artifact. It feels so ... free there. I have the freedom to experiment, I have the freedom to be wild and expressive. I am honestly happy there, even if the labor is intense. By the way, I managed to come up with an interpretation of The Artifact:

Art - The creative products of human
I - Refers to the speaker or writer
Fact - A piece of information about circumstances that exist or events that have occurred

ART from the people, IF the people ACT.


I am quite happy with myself for that!

Either way, Melissa Yabumoto is going to start a dreaded club; as much as I want to join, I fear it will become a breeding ground for weeaboos, and its just too much for me to handle. I told her to post a picture of Haruhi and give people the option to:

A. JERK OFF
B. STUDY THE ART FORM WITH CARE

If they answer A, "UBER FAIL!" and kick them out. If they reply with the latter, say, "AGE."

Problem solved. See you on the other side of the moon.

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