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Post by teddy on Feb 4, 2010 17:35:51 GMT -5
 Look, it's a simple concept. Just don't read it. Do you REALLY want to try and find your way through this tattered old thing, anyway?
Yeah. Didn't think so.
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Post by teddy on Feb 4, 2010 17:57:00 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - -   - - - - - - - - - - - Day: June the fifteenth. Time: 3:56PM, right after a late lunch. Entry: The first.
Life post school is not seemingly worth much.
Seriously. I am so bored right now. I've read Durant's chapter on Aristotle six times now and it's only been two weeks since school let out. Why do I do this? Well, I'll tell you. I find that the human mind can only bear being without tutelage for so long, and that my time of two weeks has surpassed my ability to withstand the sweltering and boring summer months. I must return to filling my mind, and I fear the only way to do this is through reading Durant. I have his collection of histories as far as they've gone – Juliette bought me the set for my birthday last year – but I've read through all of those and now I find myself with just a copy of 'The Story of Philosophy,' which is a thoroughly fascinating read. I'd like to meet him someday, I really would.
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Post by teddy on Feb 4, 2010 21:57:31 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - -   - - - - - - - - - - - Day: June the twentieth. Time: 10:06PM. Entry: The second.
Trivial friend disagreements are not worth it in the long-run.
It's been quite some time since Kieran began dating Elisabeth, and I do believe that it's time for us to move on with our lives. Lizzy has obviously moved on with hers in the form of a stupid little arrogant boy who doesn't deserve. Anyway. I do hate to put it like this, but I miss my best friend. I sound so puerile phrasing it in such terms but it is how I feel. I'd like to reconcile with him at some point and hopefully he'll receive this warmly. After these past years, though, I'm not so sure how warmly he could receive me. Ah well. I can still hope.
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Post by teddy on Feb 5, 2010 17:51:40 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - -   - - - - - - - - - - - Day: July the first. Time: 5:56PM, after dinner with Lizzy. Entry: The third.
If you kindle a flame carelessly, you're likely to get burned.
I went to dinner with Elisabeth today, and that was nice. We got some pizza from downstairs and ate it in my room like the old days, and just hung out and talked. She's just as happy as she usually is, and this guy she's dating apparently is, quote 'a total sweetheart' and 'not like all the other Slytherins.' Hmph. Well, I don't doubt he's making her believe that. I still think something is up. He doesn't deserve her and one day she'll find out.
No. I'm not bitter.
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Post by teddy on Feb 14, 2010 16:03:56 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - -   - - - - - - - - - - - Day: July the seventh. Time: 6:03AM, the morning after. Entry: The fourth.
An intellectual at a party full of drunkards is a drunkard at a party full of intellectuals.
Well, I spoke with Kieran last week, finally, and lo and behold, he's back to his old, charming methods. He convinced me to go to a party. Apparently, I made out with a random girl and climbed atop the roof and howled at the moon. Only then did he decide to cart me home.
Well. What're friends for?
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Post by teddy on Feb 23, 2010 21:29:40 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - -   - - - - - - - - - - - Day: July the seventh. Time: 5:08PM, the night after. Entry: The fifth.
...Not today.
It appears as though I have slept with Rita Skeeter. Oh, yes. She was the girl I snogged at the party last night, but apparently, we did a whole world more than just snog. How did I come to this realization, you might ask? Well, I'll tell you, little inanimate piece of paper. Kieran told me, after she told him. In an owl exchange. Yes, an owl exchange. I don't know quite what possessed me to do this but in her letter to me today I agreed to go on a semi-'date' with her in the park downtown. That had been before Kieran sent me a letter explaining what I had done. Why does this consistently happen to me? I like Rita. I do. But I lost my virginity to her and I'm not quite sure if I'm a-okay with that idea. Dear God. Rita. I always knew that friendship would never really end.
I don't want to confront her tomorrow about it. It's not nerves. It's just... nerves.
Jesus.
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Post by teddy on Mar 28, 2010 9:23:17 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - -   - - - - - - - - - - - Day: July the eighth. Time: 9:03AM. Entry: The sixth.
Nervousness is relative; it is to wind, the leaves.
I am not totally sure why, but I read through one of the passages of Hobbes' Leviathan and now I'm feeling rather down. He says humans are base, senseless, and ignorant creatures who only know two sensations: desire and repulsion. They desire that which brings them pleasure and repulse that which brings them pain. But can humans really be reduced to such base emotions? He likens us to animals, says we are no better than a common beast. But has not man proven his superiority over the forest creatures, due to his unparalleled sentience and larger capacity for knowledge? Hobbes is realistic––perhaps too much so. I can't help but think that he's being a little pessimistic. What happened in this man's life to make him so cynical? I shall have to ask dad, or look it up myself. Maybe that would be better. Dad isn't in such a great mood today.
Ah, shit. Just spilled juice on my journal.
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