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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.

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    Wake the fuck up. This is not high school.

    Now, I’m hardly one to play mommy and impose ethics on a situation, but since this blog seems to have become a hotbed for the Roommate Situation, I’ll spew my vitriol here. What’s happening here, in the comments, is Not Good. There are better ways to handle this. Mae and I are awaiting comments/action from the administration. We are avoiding the people we know are involved as much as possible. We are locking our doors at night and keeping both eyes open. Posting hateful messages (yes, Bob, even yours) does nothing but fuel the fire. You are stooping to their level, engaging them in sophomoric games that will only burn…

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    Uncanny. I’m almost proud of myself.

    The thing that always did me in during 11th grade was my distractibility. I had x amount of work do in y number of hours, but damn this and that website was fascinating, and maybe I should check this one again, and, and… Damn, it’s already 04:00, and I’m not going to be able to finish. I’ve found a new level of efficiency this year that surprises me. (Of course, as I say this, I’m writing a blog post, but the gist can be gotten.) Despite the shit that was my first two weeks, and the sheer lack of sleep and academic hell-hole that was last week, I’ve found this…