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Christmas Eve - Tuesday, December 24, 2024.

Listening: Better Off Dead by Sleeping With Sirens.

My buddy from Phi Theta Kappa has quit being an officer, which sucks for me because not only do I lose my friend (at least, as it relates to PTK), but I now have to work on the Hallmark essays alone. Fortunately, I don’t have to worry about those until Saturday. 

Anyhow it’s Christmas Eve. I spend my day wasting away doing math, coding, and listening to music. It’s whatever. I’m just glad that I don’t have anything super urgent to do. 

What do I want for Christmas?

1. New books.
2. More ink cartridges for my fountain pen.
3. Sticky notes for annotating my books.
4. Chocolate.
5. A new notebook/commonplace.
6. Money! so I can buy: a) a little ouchie so I can stim comfortably; b) bullet journal; and c) spikey cuff bracelets and maybe even a spikey choker.

I’ll come back Christmas day to say what I got — not that it matters, of course.

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