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"Hallelujah" is, I think, my unstated favorite song, either version. But let's not read too much into that, shall we?

My roommate is gone for Superbowl weekend, leaving me with the opportunity to vaccuum, dust, and generally disinfect the room. I also made her bed, yay! and took out the full (of food scraps, ewewew) garbage can that she left for me. It was starting to evolve into its own personality. I would really like to decorate the room, but it just seems pointless, since she doesn't like people visiting anyway, and there isn't much point in decorating for myself.

I mean, I like pretty things, but my imagination can supply them all fairly well without any extra expense or effort.

Please don't make me do homework.

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...my mom apparently returned my personal and purchased copy of Swordspoint to the Sno-Isle Public Library with the books I had checked out over break. A couple weeks ago.

I think I might cry.