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Testing my theory that language is not as important as the messages it can convey, I shall try to say something, introducing as many "errors" as possible. Ths message wll destruct itslef.

So, a brief recap on the past few weeks... Last Monday (well, not last Monday, but the one before that. You know. Yeah, that one.) the fan in my computer started dying. I didn't realize it at the time, in fact I thought it was my hard drive dying (Because my mind jumped to the worst case scenario, of course). I avoided using it simply because I didn't want it to melt. Yesterday (or perhaps the day before, since it is past midnight. BTW, how do i format text? Because I really wanted to italicize that "is" back there. And that "really." Anyways, I'm digressing from my main point with a parenthetical nota(YES, GET ON WITH IT!) okay.), I receiv

I walk into the dorm courtyard, and the ground is covered in ... stuff. Damp patches and wet crumbs cover the ground, and what looks like icing streaks the walls. The unique odor is subtly and daintily horrifying. Apparently, someone decided to throw water balloons filled with cake and urine from the third floor. It's sickening. Somebody get the hose.