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Thanks to JukeBox I now have the above song stuck in my head. It's a fitting song I guess since finals week makes everyone and their mother stressed out, especially she-who-cannot-be-named-because-she-doesn't-have-a-name-yet. The aforementioned stressee has now gone to her room to study the oh so dreaded anthropology and it seems just awful, because she isn't making any noise so I'm afraid she may pass out from anthro overload. I should be likewise as quiet and studious and yet I cannot bring myself to start the ten page paper which awaits me, so here I am posting on this brand new blog.
I forgot to ask JukeBox what a person is supposed to write about in a blog, but since she's gone now I'll just wing it. She can always get rid of this later, since she is the alpha and the omega as far as this blog is concerned. Computer stuff, music, and Simpsons references are all JukeBox, gay stuff, gangster stuff, obsessiveness, and makeup are all covered by she-who-cannot-be-named. I suppose this leaves me with whatever is left over, but all I really know about is the not as exciting stuff like books and writing.

When you write a blog, are you writing to someone or for someone? I don't really get it and this whole thing is sort of awkward. Not as awkward as JukeBox, but pretty dang close. I think we're supposed to write about normal stuff that happens when we aren't asleep, as this is just the text format of a much larger project(look, I'm foreshadowing), so I'll sign off with a quote, courtesy of she-who-cannot...

"I'll keep studying until I cannot know more"

(say this out loud and you'll understand why it made no sense at the time of speaking)