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I stuck up a conversation with the boy who sits next to me in Linguistics (In which, by the way, my homework isn't due until next Tuesday.) and we began discussing phobias. (Don't ask, really it all made sense in context.)

I am irrationally afraid of of both commitment and writing. I'm not sure why, but both provide humorous situations every now and again, so I don't complain.

It seems that I've promised someone I'd write something. Way to confront both fears head on! I'm just as blond as I look evidently.

Journaling away here is awfully fun, but I would really prefer if I had something of merit to say. I don't. Not at all, but I've been asked to write, and I said I would.

So I'm in search of true stories to write with. Yes, I powder them and use them as ink. Not plot bunnies,, but things of beauty and such like that I can shine and give away.

I think I have one. I'll give you a progress report on it later. After I do my chemistry.

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I just spent four hours in a movie theater. Four Hours.