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squawk:
I am eighteen? fuck that

In other news, what has been bringing me down for the past two years and essentially my whole high school career seems to be... I don't know where I was going, but basically it is time that I start living my life for myself for the first time in so long. Let's see what I can do.

Tom:
My post, where is it gone? Sorry DA but I went to edit it to say that they tried to get us to write English essays as if they were personal responses. Clearly after editing it disappeared into the luminiferous aether. It's probably been carried off into some unseeable crevice.

Dear Thread, were I to ever to meet Terry Pratchett in public I'd collapse into a sobbing heap. When I try to understand that one of my heroes (this is perhaps to light a word for a man whose words provided me with much needed sanctuary) is dying in such a way that would make the Spectre chuckle it breaks me up inside.

Also, I find the word "gastrolith" to be hilarious.

pwhodges:
Last night, Sir Terry Pratchett gave (with assistance) a marvellous talk entitled "Shaking hands with Death".  I have put links to it here in the discussion forum.

ViolentDove:
Yeah, just read the edited version, thanks for posting that Paul. Terry Pratchett has been one of my favourite authors since I was about 10, so I find the whole Alzheimers thing rather sad, particularly given it's happening to one of the finest minds we have. Might post something in that thread later though when I can string some more coherent thoughts together.

Inlander:
This morning in the newspaper, in the arts & entertainment section, there was an opinion piece by a girl I used to know, and whom I at one point asked out (she turned me down). I hadn't seen her nor heard anything about her in nearly five years; when I knew her she was on the dole and doing piecemeal work in a nursing home and in a bookshop; apparently now she's "a rock critic based in New York". It was a strange sensation; one never entirely gets over old crushes, no matter how much one has moved on otherwise. I'm pleased she's doing well for herself.

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