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i have no idea what i was doing awake that early, but i think i slept though the entire night without moving at all, which, all things considered, is very very rare.

check for flying pigs, lucy.

so. like this new layout? too bright and cheery perhaps? anyone had a heartattack? this is my 11th-grade level stuff, altered a little. but, fear not, when the academics begin again in september you'll see a return of the dark sci-fi style...at my senior year level...and you can judge for yourself if i've gotten any better.

If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply;
Reflecting the sun and all that's gone by.
Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly.
Fly high, my baby bird,
My angel, my only.
-Holes- Louis Sachar

i really liked that stanza.... speaking of which:

At night I stared up at the darkened ceiling
until I saw a shooting star, which then, conforming to the laws of self-combustion,
would flash--before i'd even made a wish--
across my cheek and down onto my pillow.
-"In the Lake District"- Joseph Brodsky

enough.