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oh dear. I have a lot swirling around in the fish tank of my mind. some of it is beautiful and attractive like coral...some of it is trapping, like seaweed. Sometimes it's difficult to decipher between the two. I really hate to be emo but sometimes it's like undergoing an emotional tsunami. i have the choice whether or not to go to the beach and stand there, knowing a tsunami is approaching. I can see the warning signs, like the receding waves and/or major earthquake and choose whether or not to flee for safety or stay put. but, regardless of my decision, once the tsunami hits, it hits. And if i made the choice to flee, it won't affect me. I may be able to view it from a distance and percieve it objectively, but it won't touch me. If i choose to stay, however, there's no escape. In my present circumstance...I chose to stay put. And now the tsunami has hit me and I'm fighting to stay above water.

what the heck? why am I speaking in oceanic metaphor? i fear the ocean.

moving on . . .

i get to visit the doctor today to see whether or not i have tendinitis in my right arm. i wouldn't be surprised if i did. but we shall see.

i need to pay attention in class now. au revoir.