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Oh, niftiness of all niftinesses... I just discovered Nina Hagen. Nina Hagen is an early German punk-rocker-type singer, really nifty, and has had an influence, if I'm not mistaken, on my current favourite musical group, die Einstuerzende Neubauten. I recommend her music to anyone who can take the 'whoa, and this song was written before I was born!?!' reaction that I had. I got over it by the time I discovered Pink Floyd, but not everyone's like me...
It was a pretty trying day today. The first two periods of my school day were fine, but the third was dull, and the fourth stressed me out (becursed Adobe PageMaker! Why must you fight me?), and I was out from then on. I'm still a bit dazed from the ferocity of PageMaker, but I'm still not rueful of my decision to join yearbook class.
I had a little thought yesterday: what is it like to experience everyone's angst at once? I really find it sad when I find someone who has it worse than I do, and can't do a thing about it. I feel sorry for those people. But then again, everyone my age is full of misery. Adolescence is a trial, the point of life when one discovers who one is, and an oily, pimply, self-conscious stage, and everyone goes through it.
I concluded that it would drive me to suicide. I was dangling at the point of self-mutilation and extreme self-loathing a brief time ago, and I know I can't be an exceptional case. I was not born with any extremely visible deformities; I have perfect teeth and all five senses, but what about those that don't? It makes me feel guilty that I have it so well when fate has stricken these people with such disadvantages. Even those who have it better than I feel pain. Nine hundred students would overwhelm even the most callous fiend.
Yours in angst, and until the next update, Tschuess.
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