Yeah, killed by math. Although it hardly qualifies as an event, seeing as I'm so often in that state of death by quadratics.

I have such an uninteresting life, all I can talk about are debates and mathematics. This is the complete sphere of my existence, ladies and gentlemen; this, is the scope of my life.

I'll be attempting to do robotics over the next few months, drawing up prototypes, stealing lab equipment... yep. My attention span has shown itself to be virtually nonexistent outside the boundaries of art, biochemistry and literature. Select genres of literature.

Anyway, I'll probably get to taking apart my broken caculator for parts. Can I use my scalpel on it? We'll see.

This is so depraved.

Oh, and I might have another debate match coming soon. Imbecilic things. I won't put off art though, but as to whether or not I can produce something worthy of any attention higher than that of the garbage bin's- that is still very much in doubt.

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"Every new opinion, at its starting, is preisely a minority of one. In one man's head alone, there it dwells as yet. One man alone of the whole world believes it; there is one man against all men." -Thomas Carlyle, "The Hero As Prophet"

Bother.



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