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thanxgivin' y'all

really this is more about how i should not be allowed near a computer when i have an alarm set for the next day. less than five hours of sleep and the number is getting smaller... but there is lots of good food to look forward to tomorrow ♥ too bad the sister will be in another state, or i could play with the niece and nephew and not have to pretend to like my relatives. :T

also: i hate that feeling i always get when i read harry/draco fic, of it being this huge involved conglomeration and i'm just barely scanning the surface. there are so many things to read that i feel like i could probably burn my bookshelf and replace it with HD fic and never want for reading material for the rest of my life. i also tend to get this really anxious feeling of needing to be in the middle of it, like there are all these amazing fic authors who i feel i should know because they write such amazing things and communities to be a part of, but i'm too busy being a hermit :c

somewhat related; i get that same anxious feeling whenever i watch those NOVA shows about the universe and stuff. like there's so many things to know, man, and i'm just sitting here watching TV and not doing anything important or meaningful or permanent. i feel like i need some well-connected friends so i can become one of those... psychonauts? whatever it's called, where they get high as fuck and contemplate Space Adventures. i want to do that at least once in my lifetime.


You can't teach God anything.

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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?"
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can't I see that we're all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash either. We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, "No, that's not right."
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
-Fight Club, by Chuck Palahniuk
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