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What happened then that made my mind so malleable? A haze of associated memories obscures too much of my environment. Moonlight on snow used not to be so complicated.

I've been evading the pen. I've probably been avoiding introspection as well, but I haven't gazed inward enough to know whether that's true. My thoughts and activities have been incidental, though not without value. Having yet to recover a compelling orientation or nexus of thought, I and my vacant grin are floating along. Since my last post I've seen a couple movies, gotten some Christmas loot, chilled (sometimes in an unpleasantly literal sense) with the crowd, partaken of one significant hug, played some games, read some books, taken midterms, had some extremely late nights and mornings, eaten lots of excellent cookies, etc.

The many specifics which have constituted the last several weeks would also constitute an impressively long post, but I've always preferred quality over quantity and will assuredly accumulate the former through studied avoidance of the latter. Nonetheless, a few particular items of recent note: Starship Troopers, sleep, Catharine Zeta-Jones, dark chocolate bark with pecans, Gordon Freeman (Great Scott!), warmification, Stephen Baxter, Aeneidos Vergilii.

I'm going through the motions of considering colleges. The process makes me fairly certain that I'll simply end up at UNC. All the colleges have beautiful pictures, assumedly meaningful numbers and vigorous promotion of their own local flavor, but, having no criteria aside from my vague and fickle ardence for Latin, I can't really distinguish. Mrs. LaChance means well with her list of recommended colleges but she doesn't know me well enough -- nobody could -- to sift the suitable schools from the rest.

         posted on Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Half-Life 2 took one week to beat, give or take a half hour. Father Grigori and his "congregation" were horrifically hilarious; I can say without reservation that Dr. Kleiner has the best vocabulary of any game character ever; and Alyx is hawt. Damn their cliffhanger ending. They might have just used honest methods and stolen $50 from me, rather than planting a desire for Half-Life 3 in my deepest subconscious.

I give it a 6/10. Valve could have easily received a perfect rating from me if they'd only included a pet headcrab (debeaked, please).

         posted on Sunday, December 05, 2004
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