Sweat and poop Today was a fabulous blend of eating and excercise. Woke up and ate, went to school and excercised my mind. Hour and a half of PE 2 (if you can call that excercise) and then eating at the TOK Party feast. Snack when I get home, off to 4 hour dance rehersal. Now I am here eating chocolate chips, grain crackers and humus. Life is good.

I have come to conclude that if anyone content, happy, fulfilled, sits long enough in a room and thinks hard enough for a good amount of time, anything can happen. Questions of 'what if' arrive as is Stanisklovski has infiltrated your version of reality. You begin to answer to your inquisitive nature and then, you begin to wonder, is it true? Could it be? Since there is no evidence in front of you to tell you otherwise, one can come to twisted conclusions: One could convince himself that the world outside is useless, void and hopeless. Stirred even more, certain verdicts about loved ones may arise including infidelities and abusive relationships. Somethings come out of nothings. The heart twists and turns when it is given enough time to reach the brain. Isn't it amazing how relative things are?
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