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Typically, I am not the type to give myself up to any one particular passion; I get distracted too easily by life, and get caught up in my daily routine.  The last two days, however, I have been mixed up in a bizarre form of hero worship for Oscar Wilde.  As a result, I have changed my icon's, statuses, and favorite quotes all accordingly.  His wit very nearly translates into arrogance, but such arrogance is reconciled by the fact that on every sociopolitical topic he addresses he is completely correct!  I find myself in love with Lord Henry for his cunning cynicism, Dorian for his blissful narcissism and later complete corruption, and Basil

Yeah soooo... its definitely 12 degrees and dropping up here in sunny Indianapolis.  I'm pretty sure this is the coldest I've been all year.  There is ice everywhere.  I feel like Knut die Kleines Eisbaare (hate that frikken polar bear).  But the thing that is most fascinating to me about this particular trip is, because I notice things like this, the waves in the lake across the street.  Yesterday they were going to my right.  Today, yeah you guessed it: they are going to the LEFT.  This is blasphemy, I'm pretty sure of it.  God might just have strike down this lake for trying to be unique and such :p  But I've figured out WHY this lake is t

Ok, so I get up this morning, and I feel just fine.  Perfect.  100%.  Then, about 30 seconds from school, I start to feel a wee bit nautious.  My grandpa asks me if I'll be able to make it through school, and I'm like, yeah, it's no problem.  Guess what, I didn't even make it to 1st period!!  Wtf!??!?!  Why don't I know better by now!?!?  If I look bad enough that he's concerned for me being able to function at school, I SHOULD GO HOME!!!  Ugh... stupid virus...