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So yeah, this entry is at a reasonable hour, unlike all the other ones. It also uses correct punctuation. Somehow I don’t think writing that uses incorrect punctuation means quite as much unless the incorrect punctuation is used as an effect. Or at least I believe this for the next hour. Maybe it’s all the damn correctly-punctuated biology lab manual copying that’s getting me.

Sometimes the trials and tribulations of daily life are very simple. Last night I heard my neighbors argue over a book; it was very funny. It made me realise how trivial some things in life are. How much does our daily life reveal about us? I’m reminded of the scenes in Amelie how we see the likes and dislikes of practically every character in the film, all encapsulated in the contexts of each of their daily routines. I don’t think my daily life reveals that much about me, but I could be wrong. I spend all my time studying yet the things I study every day I don’t necessarily find interesting. I have no habits when it comes to checking my e-mail. Maybe my lack of habit is what reveals the most about me?

That’s the end of all the meaning.

so i will go back to uncapitalising the words. weeee. is uncapitalising even a word? i get the feeling that sometimes people uncapitalise to try to add an artsy tone to their writing. maybe i’m just cynical. writing isn’t a logo. making all your text lowercase does not immediately make you an artist or make your words more profound. personally, i do it out of laziness; i never learned to touch-type correctly, so hitting shift every once in a while turns into a chore.

today i watched france get creamed by the czech republic in international football. mwahahaha.

back to fucking 7.02. (“fucking” here is an adjective, you fucking pervert. “fucking” in the previous sentence could be construed as a pun.) fun with words.

what is the deal with all these non-hygenic freshmen? the new neighbor (the one replacing emily chang) went to the bathroom and didn’t wash his hands. please wash your hands, i don’t want to touch the doorknob which you just converted into a nasty-ass doorknob through touching it with your feces-covered hands. how can you eat afterwards?

(end of public service announcement)

go watch bowling for columbine. marvel at how the media instills fear in us. marvel at how michael moore tries to fight that using his film and using his satirical wit. even if you don’t agree with his view on why there is so much gun violence in america, you can still marvel at how he stands up for what he believes. that i think is the real point of the film, not the debate on guns, although that too is a very important debate.

sometimes i feel like i’m going to cry. especially when i think too hard about the future, a future that could possibly involve me dying alone. damn you, donnie darko.

arrrgh. watch blind date.

i say, class sucks.

what was the last white lie you told? i hear them all the time when i eavesdrop.