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It's strange. It was going by so slowly, and now it's going by so fast.

28, September. You won't have to wake me up when it ends. I read a bit of the Public Journal, which is a Tufts literary publication filled with, uh, writings from people who must've written them when they were feeling really insecure. Or really sexually devious. Yeah, that inspired me to freewrite.

I think my creativity is back. Fuck that, it is back; it has to be! Stupid hesitant semicoloned sentence. HEY, you just got coloned! Well, semicoloned anyway.

Speaking of colons, real anal(ysis) made me pull an all-nighter. There goes never pulling an all-nighter at Tufts. It sedated me, though, I think. It got me back to working, to being nice, and to being creative. That was Monday night to Tuesday morning. What a bad problem set--- and what a better problem set it would've been had I started this earlier.

I'm typing this with the keyboard in my lap, and I'm awfully tempted to write stream-of-consciousness-style. By the way, French surrealism is really, really cool and quite inspiring. Basically, French surrealists wanted to do things in an "automatiste" manner-- meaning automatic, but not so much the way you might be thinking about it. As in, they wanted to escape from, well, the rational, and the thinking process. I hope I've got this right, because it matters for the eight-page paper that I'll have to write and that he hasn't even talked about (and it's due in three weeks). But yeah, I'm pretty sure it's right. We get to read surrealist poetry, and basically it consists frequently of long, just barely, barely sensible connections of images. They are all connected, but only very slightly. Just the right amount for it to mirror the least rational thought process possible. And it's pretty cool. I've failed to explain why I think it's so cool, but here's why maybe?:

It's impossible to escape one's thought process completely, unless you are in a coma, or some non-coma really bad state of inebriation. But the surrealists didn't want to settle for the weekly get-away from rationality; they wanted to be away from it all the time and LIVE without thought. Wow, capital letters; I must be into it, right? Ehh. Anyway, that's what the surrealists wanted to do-- live "automatically," free from the constraints of thought and reason. You might say that this is impossible and find it foolish to bother, but I realized something: the idea of trying to completely escape from rationality and thought is completely irrational. Now isn't that clever? And so nice. Ah, but you could point out another paradox: I just resolved this paradox in a rational way. ANOTHER PARADOX! or a disproof. Whatever.

So a girl wrote an article in the Daily about a girl's duty (her opinion, absolutely not mine) to give head to a guy in certain situations, and uh, it was not received very well by pretty much anyone. One person I know pointed out (in a letter to the Daily) that the article did nothing to point out the possibility of getting STDs from oral (canker sores and all that). Another thought it was not appropriate for the newspaper but said that it was good advice for girls. STUPID; the latter, I mean, who also characterized the article as overly liberal (uh, I don't see what makes an article on oral sex with no mentions of political shit at all liberal, especially since it's the OTHER side that claims it's merely exerting its First Amendment rights whenever it's written something horribly stupid. It's like saying, "Yes, it's stupid and we're stupider, but you're the STUPIDEST because the First Amendment exists and you didn't praise us for doing what the Constitution allows us to do." ). Too many parentheses. The paper is so pissy, and I guess I just bought into it by ranting on it so much. Oh well.

I drew a car on my friend's dry-erase board, drew CADILLAC on the side of the car, and strew the letters D and d on top of the car. It was a play on the song "Throw Some D's" by Rich Boy. He's talking about throwing dubs on a car (and instead of "car" he says "bitch")...

Finally, Kanye West and 50 Cent had this competition to see who would get #1 on the Billboard albums chart in the first week, and Kanye won. The hype shot his single "Stronger" to #1 on the singles chart for that week, unseating "Crank That (Soulja Boy)," by you know who, which was up there for 2 weeks. Now, Crank That just unseated Stronger and is back on top again. Soulja Boy must be so happy now.