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 "Well you did not wake up this morning because you did not go to bed. You have been watching the whites of your eyes turn red. The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off. You have been reading some old letters. You smile to think how much you have changed. All the money in the world could not bring back those days. You pull back a curtain and the sun burns into your eyes. You watch a pale fire cross the clear blue sky. This is the day when things will surely change. This is the day when things fall into place." I am not sure why, but that quote is like a scar in my head that is only revealed when I have not slept in a long while. Huh.
-Once again, I come here to edit this page when I really should be doing something else. This time, it is studying for finals. Can you believe that this semester I have a final every morning at 8:30 for the first three days of finals? It is completely ridiculous! How the hell am I supposed to wake up for that crap? Never mind the fact I have not shown up for organic chemistry for the past month and a half because it, too was at 8:30 in the morning. If you are going to have a hard class, at least have the decency to put it at an hour when people are awake and can actually get something out of it! It is bullshit and shenanigans, I tell you! In any case, it is just chem lab 1 that I have on Monday, and honestly, I have no idea what to expect. I did rather well on the first exam - I got 77 which was curved up to a 92... I do not know if that bodes well for me now, but I do not care I am here. Oh that reminds me, I have just two and a half hour ago found this awesome new musician called Lindsey Stirling who plays the electric violin like none other. I want to clone her so that she can continue making music forever. That may sound creepy, but listen to her music and you will understand that it is necessary. Ok, well I think I might actually go study now... Oop. Ack. Pthbt. Bill the Cat FTW.
+Once again, I come here to edit this page when I really should be doing something else. This time, it is studying for finals. Can you believe that this semester I have a final every morning at 8:30 for the first three days of finals? It is completely ridiculous! How the hell am I supposed to wake up for that crap? Never mind the fact I have not shown up for organic chemistry for the past month and a half because it too was at 8:30 in the morning. If you are going to have a hard class, at least have the decency to put it at an hour when people are awake and can actually get something out of it! It is bullshit and shenanigans, I tell you! In any case, it is just chem lab 1 that I have on Monday, and honestly, I have no idea what to expect. I did rather well on the first exam - I got 77 which was curved up to a 92... I do not know if that bodes well for me now, but I do not care I am here. Oh that reminds me, I have just two and a half hour ago found this awesome new musician called Lindsey Stirling who plays the electric violin like none other. I want to clone her so that she can continue making music forever. That may sound creepy, but listen to her music and you will understand that it is necessary. Ok, well I think I might actually go study now... Oop. Ack. Pthbt. Bill the Cat FTW.
 It is odd how things can happen to you in cycles. For instance, that same thing that happened on Feb 5 of last year happened again on the fifth of the second month, but three hours later. Maybe I should avoid that day from now on.

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	Once again, I come here to edit this page when I really should be doing something else. This time, it is studying for finals. Can you believe that this semester I have a final every morning at 8:30 for the first three days of finals? It is completely ridiculous! How the hell am I supposed to wake up for that crap? Never mind the fact I have not shown up for organic chemistry for the past month and a half because it, too was at 8:30 in the morning. If you are going to have a hard class, at least have the decency to put it at an hour when people are awake and can actually get something out of it! It is bullshit and shenanigans, I tell you! In any case, it is just chem lab 1 that I have on Monday, and honestly, I have no idea what to expect. I did rather well on the first exam - I got 77 which was curved up to a 92... I do not know if that bodes well for me now, but I do not care I am here. Oh that reminds me, I have just two and a half hour ago found this awesome new musician called Lindsey Stirling who plays the electric violin like none other. I want to clone her so that she can continue making music forever. That may sound creepy, but listen to her music and you will understand that it is necessary. Ok, well I think I might actually go study now... Oop. Ack. Pthbt. Bill the Cat FTW.		Once again, I come here to edit this page when I really should be doing something else. This time, it is studying for finals. Can you believe that this semester I have a final every morning at 8:30 for the first three days of finals? It is completely ridiculous! How the hell am I supposed to wake up for that crap? Never mind the fact I have not shown up for organic chemistry for the past month and a half because it, too was at 8:30 in the morning. If you are going to have a hard class, at least have the decency to put it at an hour when people are awake and can actually get something out of it! It is bullshit and shenanigans, I tell you! In any case, it is just chem lab 1 that I have on Monday, and honestly, I have no idea what to expect. I did rather well on the first exam - I got 77 which was curved up to a 92... I do not know if that bodes well for me now, but I do not care I am here. Oh that reminds me, I have just two and a half hour ago found this awesome new musician called Lindsey Stirling who plays the electric violin like none other. I want to clone her so that she can continue making music forever. That may sound creepy, but listen to her music and you will understand that it is necessary. Ok, well I think I might actually go study now... Oop. Ack. Pthbt. Bill the Cat FTW.
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		+	It is odd how things can happen to you in cycles. For instance, that same thing that happened on Feb 5 of last year happened again on the fifth of the second month, but three hours later. Maybe I should avoid that day from now on.

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	"Well you did not wake up this morning because you did not go to bed. You have been watching the whites of your eyes turn red. The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off. You have been reading some old letters. You smile to think how much you have changed. All the money in the world could not bring back those days. You pull back a curtain and the sun burns into your eyes. You watch a pale fire cross the clear blue sky. This is the day when things will surely change. This is the day when things fall into place." I am not sure why, but that quote is like a scar in my head that is only revealed when I have not slept in a long while. Huh.		"Well you did not wake up this morning because you did not go to bed. You have been watching the whites of your eyes turn red. The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off. You have been reading some old letters. You smile to think how much you have changed. All the money in the world could not bring back those days. You pull back a curtain and the sun burns into your eyes. You watch a pale fire cross the clear blue sky. This is the day when things will surely change. This is the day when things fall into place." I am not sure why, but that quote is like a scar in my head that is only revealed when I have not slept in a long while. Huh.
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		+	Once again, I come here to edit this page when I really should be doing something else. This time, it is studying for finals. Can you believe that this semester I have a final every morning at 8:30 for the first three days of finals? It is completely ridiculous! How the hell am I supposed to wake up for that crap? Never mind the fact I have not shown up for organic chemistry for the past month and a half because it, too was at 8:30 in the morning. If you are going to have a hard class, at least have the decency to put it at an hour when people are awake and can actually get something out of it! It is bullshit and shenanigans, I tell you! In any case, it is just chem lab 1 that I have on Monday, and honestly, I have no idea what to expect. I did rather well on the first exam - I got 77 which was curved up to a 92... I do not know if that bodes well for me now, but I do not care I am here. Oh that reminds me, I have just two and a half hour ago found this awesome new musician called Lindsey Stirling who plays the electric violin like none other. I want to clone her so that she can continue making music forever. That may sound creepy, but listen to her music and you will understand that it is necessary. Ok, well I think I might actually go study now... Oop. Ack. Pthbt. Bill the Cat FTW.

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 A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin - More commonly known as the Game of Thrones series, this epic pulls no punches. If you are able to get through the (comparatively dull) second third of the first book, the series takes huge unexpected turns and does not stop there. Told from many perspectives, it is the story of a realm at war, where each of the many players has their own agenda, and in a way, all characters are the main ones. You see, Martin does what many authors struggle and strive to do, which is make all the characters relatable, memorable, and effective. Good and evil are painted in shades of gray and there is no guarantee that someone you were pulling for will turn out unscathed in the end. This series is not for the innocent at heart. <br>
 The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher - This is the epitome of urban fantasy. It is currently 13 or so books long with the 14th coming out shortly, and I must say that while many series suffer with the addition of books beyond the second or third, this series grows stronger with each addition. It is funny, exciting, scary, and all around totally badass, it is the story of Chicago's only wizard you can find in the phone book listed as such, and his misadventures. This is not a series for young kids, it is definitely on the darker side of fantasy. In addition, it has the best basis in fiction I have seen so far for magical theory. Give it a try. It is not for everyone, but it is one hell of a ride. <br>
-The Kingkiller Chronicle by Patrick Rothfus - This series takes a different storytelling approach, which while dark and ominous, is an effective one. The story is told from the beginning from the character right before the end, much like the beginning of Final Fantasy X. You know what will come in the end, yet the story is so engrossing, exciting, and damned entertaining that you never want it to end. Rothfus is much like Tolkien in that he has created a world in which this story is but a blip on the register of the world, and you can feel its life coursing beneath the pages of the book itself, and you know that there is so much more to it than originally meets the eye.
+The Kingkiller Chronicle by Patrick Rothfus - This series takes a different storytelling approach, which while dark and ominous, is an effective one. The story is told from the beginning from the character right before the end, much like the beginning of Final Fantasy X. You know what will come in the end, yet the story is so engrossing, exciting, and damned entertaining that you never want it to end. Rothfus is much like Tolkien in that he has created a world in which this story is but a blip on the register of the world, and you can feel its life coursing beneath the pages of the book itself, and you know that there is so much more to it than originally meets the eye.<br>
 Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke - Most people, when asked what their favorite book is (mostly among people who read a lot) will tell you that they cannot answer that, because each is different and special in its own way, etc. etc. It is like choosing your favorite child. Fuck that, and fuck them, this is the best book ever written. I cannot fully explain why I love it so much, it is written in the slowly paced, polite, and exacting style of the British books of the early 19th century (even though it was published in 2004), and the characters behave in a similar fashion, yet not a word of the epic is lost or wasted. Each chapter, sentence, letter, and footnote come together to build the truly magical world that is this alternate universe Great Britian. It is the story of two magicians and how they were able to restore magic to the land. It is a beautiful story, masterfully told. Even the great Neil Gaiman professes that it is the best British novel ever written, or something to that effect. I cannot do it justice in this short space, and even if I wrote pages upon pages singing its praises, I could not do it justice. Just read it. It is that beautiful. I will end with a short part of a poem from the book that always gives me chills when I read it:<br>The world is all too shallow<br>It is painted on the sky<br>And trembles like the wind-shook rain<br>When the Raven King goes by<br>That was part of a poem about people stealing babies. It is not so horrific in context because they are granted near immortality after they are stolen, so it is not that bad.

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	Hello to anyone who actually reads this. I know this is probably like no one, but whatever. I don't care. I have been having a pretty good day, thanks for asking. How fucking dumb is it that nearly all CS courses start no earlier than 10:30, but all MCS courses have courses that start at 8:30. This being said, it is only 5:30 but I am tired as fuck. Hrgle. I had a point, but totally forgot it. I would write more now, but fuck you.		Hello to anyone who actually reads this. I know this is probably like no one, but whatever. I don't care. I have been having a pretty good day, thanks for asking. How fucking dumb is it that nearly all CS courses start no earlier than 10:30, but all MCS courses have courses that start at 8:30. This being said, it is only 5:30 but I am tired as fuck. Hrgle. I had a point, but totally forgot it. I would write more now, but fuck you.
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		+	"Well you did not wake up this morning because you did not go to bed. You have been watching the whites of your eyes turn red. The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off. You have been reading some old letters. You smile to think how much you have changed. All the money in the world could not bring back those days. You pull back a curtain and the sun burns into your eyes. You watch a pale fire cross the clear blue sky. This is the day when things will surely change. This is the day when things fall into place." I am not sure why, but that quote is like a scar in my head that is only revealed when I have not slept in a long while. Huh.

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	Hi everyone! It has been a while since my last edit to this page, but I kind of liked it being the 17th most edited page with 17 revisions. Ah well. In any case I am sure that I am the only one who looks at this page anyway, so it really is no matter that it has been a while since the last update. I am done with my reviews for now and it is back to ramblings! So anyway, I ran out of body wash the other day (gasp a KGB member who washes regularly!) and had to get some more. I got the cheapest soap I could find that was not for women and would not make me smell like one, and it was a two pack of Irish Spring original for something like $1.50. The last time I had used this stuff I had been in Israel, part time on a campus and part time on an army base. No matter where I was, though, wherever I used this soap, the whole room would have an undertone of the scent of it. When I used it in my house which I am renting, the same thing happened, and suddenly I could remember some things about my time there that I thought I had forgotten. It made me a little sad, and weird at the same time, because I am rereading the same books I was reading for the first time I was there. That is when I decided that I would go back the summer after next to do all the amazing hikes we had done when I was there a year ago. I will cross the country twice on foot, from south to north and from west to east. I will climb Mount Solomon, descend Har Gilboa, and find that place in the desert where I had felt at home, on my way to Masada. It will be amazing. If you wish to join me, let me know. This is happening.		Hi everyone! It has been a while since my last edit to this page, but I kind of liked it being the 17th most edited page with 17 revisions. Ah well. In any case I am sure that I am the only one who looks at this page anyway, so it really is no matter that it has been a while since the last update. I am done with my reviews for now and it is back to ramblings! So anyway, I ran out of body wash the other day (gasp a KGB member who washes regularly!) and had to get some more. I got the cheapest soap I could find that was not for women and would not make me smell like one, and it was a two pack of Irish Spring original for something like $1.50. The last time I had used this stuff I had been in Israel, part time on a campus and part time on an army base. No matter where I was, though, wherever I used this soap, the whole room would have an undertone of the scent of it. When I used it in my house which I am renting, the same thing happened, and suddenly I could remember some things about my time there that I thought I had forgotten. It made me a little sad, and weird at the same time, because I am rereading the same books I was reading for the first time I was there. That is when I decided that I would go back the summer after next to do all the amazing hikes we had done when I was there a year ago. I will cross the country twice on foot, from south to north and from west to east. I will climb Mount Solomon, descend Har Gilboa, and find that place in the desert where I had felt at home, on my way to Masada. It will be amazing. If you wish to join me, let me know. This is happening.
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		+	Hello to anyone who actually reads this. I know this is probably like no one, but whatever. I don't care. I have been having a pretty good day, thanks for asking. How fucking dumb is it that nearly all CS courses start no earlier than 10:30, but all MCS courses have courses that start at 8:30. This being said, it is only 5:30 but I am tired as fuck. Hrgle. I had a point, but totally forgot it. I would write more now, but fuck you.

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	The Kingkiller Chronicle by Patrick Rothfus - This series takes a different storytelling approach, which while dark and ominous, is an effective one. The story is told from the beginning from the character right before the end, much like the beginning of Final Fantasy X. You know what will come in the end, yet the story is so engrossing, exciting, and damned entertaining that you never want it to end. Rothfus is much like Tolkien in that he has created a world in which this story is but a blip on the register of the world, and you can feel its life coursing beneath the pages of the book itself, and you know that there is so much more to it than originally meets the eye.		The Kingkiller Chronicle by Patrick Rothfus - This series takes a different storytelling approach, which while dark and ominous, is an effective one. The story is told from the beginning from the character right before the end, much like the beginning of Final Fantasy X. You know what will come in the end, yet the story is so engrossing, exciting, and damned entertaining that you never want it to end. Rothfus is much like Tolkien in that he has created a world in which this story is but a blip on the register of the world, and you can feel its life coursing beneath the pages of the book itself, and you know that there is so much more to it than originally meets the eye.
	Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke - Most people, when asked what their favorite book is (mostly among people who read a lot) will tell you that they cannot answer that, because each is different and special in its own way, etc. etc. It is like choosing your favorite child. Fuck that, and fuck them, this is the best book ever written. I cannot fully explain why I love it so much, it is written in the slowly paced, polite, and exacting style of the British books of the early 19th century (even though it was published in 2004), and the characters behave in a similar fashion, yet not a word of the epic is lost or wasted. Each chapter, sentence, letter, and footnote come together to build the truly magical world that is this alternate universe Great Britian. It is the story of two magicians and how they were able to restore magic to the land. It is a beautiful story, masterfully told. Even the great Neil Gaiman professes that it is the best British novel ever written, or something to that effect. I cannot do it justice in this short space, and even if I wrote pages upon pages singing its praises, I could not do it justice. Just read it. It is that beautiful. I will end with a short part of a poem from the book that always gives me chills when I read it:<br>The world is all too shallow<br>It is painted on the sky<br>And trembles like the wind-shook rain<br>When the Raven King goes by<br>That was part of a poem about people stealing babies. It is not so horrific in context because they are granted near immortality after they are stolen, so it is not that bad.		Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke - Most people, when asked what their favorite book is (mostly among people who read a lot) will tell you that they cannot answer that, because each is different and special in its own way, etc. etc. It is like choosing your favorite child. Fuck that, and fuck them, this is the best book ever written. I cannot fully explain why I love it so much, it is written in the slowly paced, polite, and exacting style of the British books of the early 19th century (even though it was published in 2004), and the characters behave in a similar fashion, yet not a word of the epic is lost or wasted. Each chapter, sentence, letter, and footnote come together to build the truly magical world that is this alternate universe Great Britian. It is the story of two magicians and how they were able to restore magic to the land. It is a beautiful story, masterfully told. Even the great Neil Gaiman professes that it is the best British novel ever written, or something to that effect. I cannot do it justice in this short space, and even if I wrote pages upon pages singing its praises, I could not do it justice. Just read it. It is that beautiful. I will end with a short part of a poem from the book that always gives me chills when I read it:<br>The world is all too shallow<br>It is painted on the sky<br>And trembles like the wind-shook rain<br>When the Raven King goes by<br>That was part of a poem about people stealing babies. It is not so horrific in context because they are granted near immortality after they are stolen, so it is not that bad.
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		+	Hi everyone! It has been a while since my last edit to this page, but I kind of liked it being the 17th most edited page with 17 revisions. Ah well. In any case I am sure that I am the only one who looks at this page anyway, so it really is no matter that it has been a while since the last update. I am done with my reviews for now and it is back to ramblings! So anyway, I ran out of body wash the other day (gasp a KGB member who washes regularly!) and had to get some more. I got the cheapest soap I could find that was not for women and would not make me smell like one, and it was a two pack of Irish Spring original for something like $1.50. The last time I had used this stuff I had been in Israel, part time on a campus and part time on an army base. No matter where I was, though, wherever I used this soap, the whole room would have an undertone of the scent of it. When I used it in my house which I am renting, the same thing happened, and suddenly I could remember some things about my time there that I thought I had forgotten. It made me a little sad, and weird at the same time, because I am rereading the same books I was reading for the first time I was there. That is when I decided that I would go back the summer after next to do all the amazing hikes we had done when I was there a year ago. I will cross the country twice on foot, from south to north and from west to east. I will climb Mount Solomon, descend Har Gilboa, and find that place in the desert where I had felt at home, on my way to Masada. It will be amazing. If you wish to join me, let me know. This is happening.

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 American Gods/anything by Neil Gaiman - People, Neil Gaiman is this generations Shakespeare. He is British, does not give a fuck, and everything he writes turns to gold. Sandman, Good Omens, Neverwhere. These are but a few of his other great works, and like everything he writes, it touches something within your sleeping mind. Something fading dream of a memory of that magical place you know is still out there, calling from us. American Gods addresses this in a brilliant work of the story of Gods, mortals, and the things that make us human. A man Shadow is let out of prison a few days early to find that his wife had died in a car accident a few days before he was to be released. He enters the employment of a strange man called Mr. Wednesday and is suddenly thrown in a struggle between the old beliefs and new for power in America, a land where Gods go to die. Full of intrigue, humor, mythology, power, and faith in a land so robbed, American Gods is a true gift to modern fiction.<br>
 The Farseer Trilogy by Robin Hobb - This trilogy tells the story of a royal bastard trained as an assassin for the king. While it sounds kind of generic, I can safely say I have never read a more engaging story. The world comes alive with her writing, the politics and power struggles between lords and lands seems all too real, and for a while after finishing the series, if anyone had called me by the name of the main character, I would have answered. The first person narrative is immersive, the characters very human and believable, and the story intense with many twists and turns that will leave you breathless. <br>
-The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy: A trilogy in five parts by Douglas Adams - If you are on this wiki, I am assuming you have read at least the first book. If not, go read it and come back a better person. It is ok. I will wait.... Done? Good. Adams's insane humor, impossible to find anywhere else, make these books the greatest science fiction ever written. Having read it, you have no choice but to agree.<br>
+The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy: A trilogy in five parts by Douglas Adams - If you are on this wiki, I am assuming you have read at least the first book. If not, go read it and come back a better person. It is ok. I will wait.... Done? Good. Adams's insane humor, impossible to find anywhere else, make these books the greatest science fiction ever written. Having read it, you have no choice but to agree. On another note, this is the second time I told you to read that book. Do I just have a face that no one listens to?<br>
 A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin - More commonly known as the Game of Thrones series, this epic pulls no punches. If you are able to get through the (comparatively dull) second third of the first book, the series takes huge unexpected turns and does not stop there. Told from many perspectives, it is the story of a realm at war, where each of the many players has their own agenda, and in a way, all characters are the main ones. You see, Martin does what many authors struggle and strive to do, which is make all the characters relatable, memorable, and effective. Good and evil are painted in shades of gray and there is no guarantee that someone you were pulling for will turn out unscathed in the end. This series is not for the innocent at heart. <br>
 The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher - This is the epitome of urban fantasy. It is currently 13 or so books long with the 14th coming out shortly, and I must say that while many series suffer with the addition of books beyond the second or third, this series grows stronger with each addition. It is funny, exciting, scary, and all around totally badass, it is the story of Chicago's only wizard you can find in the phone book listed as such, and his misadventures. This is not a series for young kids, it is definitely on the darker side of fantasy. In addition, it has the best basis in fiction I have seen so far for magical theory. Give it a try. It is not for everyone, but it is one hell of a ride. <br>
 Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke - Most people, when asked what their favorite book is (mostly among people who read a lot) will tell you that they cannot answer that, because each is different and special in its own way, etc. etc. It is like choosing your favorite child. Fuck that, and fuck them, this is the best book ever written. I cannot fully explain why I love it so much, it is written in the slowly paced, polite, and exacting style of the British books of the early 19th century (even though it was published in 2004), and the characters behave in a similar fashion, yet not a word of the epic is lost or wasted. Each chapter, sentence, letter, and footnote come together to build the truly magical world that is this alternate universe Great Britian. It is the story of two magicians and how they were able to restore magic to the land. It is a beautiful story, masterfully told. Even the great Neil Gaiman professes that it is the best British novel ever written, or something to that effect. I cannot do it justice in this short space, and even if I wrote pages upon pages singing its praises, I could not do it justice. Just read it. It is that beautiful. I will end with a short part of a poem from the book that always gives me chills when I read it:<br>The world is all too shallow<br>It is painted on the sky<br>And trembles like the wind-shook rain<br>When the Raven King goes by