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    Once again, here I go.

    What I thought was a done situation is apparently not. I got a nice accusation of “character defamation” today. So once again, I’m on the Roommate Situation. Call it ass-covering, call it punking out, call it simple clarification, but those who read and made conclusions and have thoughts on the matter would do well to listen up, hopefully just this once more. This includes members of Rose-Hulman’s administration, who will undoubtedly receive this post if they aren’t checking my blog themselves. I may even send it along myself. The orders of business for the evening are 1) clarifying some things that were unclear in the conclusion of the story and…

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    Whoo…

    Intellectual Whores and the “Ladder Theory” of male/female interaction. I’ve only gotten through the Why’s and What’s of “intellectual whores”, but my brain has already been ripped open and prodded with a red-hot poker. So many things are quotable and are making me question my friendships with various men. There are so many things I want to write in response to just the little I’ve read, but I’m strangely incoherent on the issue. Wow.

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    Guilt by association?–A direct reply too long for a comment.

    The former suitemate: “People Hate Me!“ Minds draw connections. When two people stand together on one side of an issue, as evidenced by publicly posted commentary, rhetoric, and poetry, is it farfetched for people to draw connections? Is it completely absurd for such hostility to be seen and to not be linked with the issue at hand? Whether or not the roommate and suitemate were involved in the vandalism (which it would seem they were not, and this has been known this since Sunday), they were [seemingly] involved in the alienation of Mae. That evidence, which I am aware of but was not directly involved with, is for Mae to…

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    Thirty-minute jaunt

    I held a 11:06 min/mi pace for the first 10:35, then held a 9:13 min/mi (!!!) pace until the twenty-minute mark. The final then minutes were at 11:06 min/mi again. I can’t believe I just [almost easily] ran for a mile at 9:13. I didn’t think I’d ever run that fast in my life.

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    Bomb shell. What is it about Tuesdays?

    My cousin, Jordy, undoubtedly my favorite, closest cousin, was in a car wreck a couple of days ago. Ten percent of his basketball-player’s lungs, gone. Surgery on his legs on Thursday. A concussion. I can only imagine the state my aunt and ex-uncle are in. I may have to secure a calling card to call my aunt to get more medical details my mother can’t relate. I think I need to go for a run now.