New Notebooks

My math notebook just ran out. So now I get to start a new one.
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So naturally I don't feel like studying.
To be fair, I have been virtuous and just done homework for an hour, and then I actually worked for the next half.
See? I get things done.
I finished all of 11.3 HW.
Too bad even if I finish 11.4, I'll still be behind.
Of course I'm still doing really well in math. This is the gift of the intelligent. The curse of the social is that they never study.
The intelligent social are really the best off, aren't they?
But I'm rambling...of course.
Anything to get out of 11.4, which has the longest HW list this semester.
11.5 has one of the shortest, so I guess it evens out. I should just buckle down and do it.
I will. I'm going to.
Soon.

I have such a striving not to be ordinary. Perfection is so boring. It draws you in, but it is monotonous.

Until now it is what I wanted. It is the only thing I know to work towards. I do not know how to become a passionate fireball, or a deep ocean.

I know I'm beginning to crack under the strain of maintaining the facade of perfection. Maybe that will be for the best.

My mother would have a heart attack if she saw my dorm room. There's a tampon wrapper on the floor; the garbage is overflowing, again. Dirty cups line my desk, and almost every item of clothing I own is strewn, unfolded, across the futon and floor. My towel is draped over the back of my desk chair, which is also serving as a desk for my laptop and a place to keep my many jolly ranchers. My books are either on the floor or sitting on top of the cardboard box of things I should have unpacked when I got here but didn't, out of sheer laziness. To complete the image, the floor is littered with candy wrappers, little pieces of paper from spiral-torn pages, and other miscellaneous debris.

I like to blame this mess on the small size of the rooms in Schroeder. It was really never this messy when I lived in Cobeen. The point being, don't let your parents near your rooms in college. At least not if you have any sentiments regarding their well being.