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It’s sad when you realize you’ve become a lurker on your own blog. I visit my site pretty nearly every day, and strangely enough I do it for the same reason I assume you-all visit (assuming this isn’t your first time, and if it is, welcome!): I’m looking for something new and interesting. I have no idea why I think I’ll find it on my own, neglected blog (and I’m sure you-all are beginning to think the exact same thing, no?). I think I’m probably looking for feedback. Comments, you know. People other than myself to entertain me. Because so far this semester I’m really too busy to entertain myself, and as a result, I don’t get a chance to post much. That and I’ve never hit the hardcore-blogger level, where blogging becomes so habitual that to miss a day of writing online would be like going an entire day without peeing. With this girlish bladder, unlikely :)

Anyway, this post is serving as a sufficient diversion from that which I must actually get done: a short visual analysis of a technical document for my class tomorrow. My goal is to get the assignment done at some point tonight, then sleep for a bit, then wake up early to absorb (or more realistically skim) the reading for class. After class tomorrow, though, my week is essentially over. Which is good, because I’m way behind on laundry (I’m wearing Loony Tunes boxers), I’m out of food (canned peaches are a meal, right?), and I really desperately need to go to Target (see below).

It’s actually kinda interesting how these ‘necessities’ can be put aside when homework becomes life. My last highlighter ran out of—umm, highlight?—last weekend. It is very hard for me to critically read 150 pages of classical rhetoric and critiques of classical rhetoric without an operable highlighter in my hand. I ended up having to borrow Justin’s backup highlighter to do my reading for this week (luckily, Justin’s still enough of a nerd to have such things). We were also, until Justin made a run to the store tonight while I was in class, out of paper towels. A couple of days ago I tried to degrease chicken nuggets with two pieces of printer paper (not as effective as one would hope, by the by). The lightbulbs in my bedroom burned out over the weekend, and I have no replacements. Luckily, I only seem to use the room for sleep, and I tend to do that better without illumination anyway, but still. It’s the principle of the matter.