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I'm freezing. When three long-sleeved somethings fail to keep one warm, one might assume that one is ill.

I asked a stupid question in geology, but I'm cheered by the fact that other people were wondering the same thing. The core of the earth is made with iron, molten around the center, then solid around the very center. It's all been theoretically proven with waves and stuff. So, considering the increased heat of the center of the earth, I asked why the center-center wasn't liquid. It was the pressure. Of course! I discounted an entire variable. That was stupid. Well, I didn't discount it. I just didn't think that the gravitational pull had such an extreme affect on the matter, despite the temperature. Still stupid. Oh well. I almost fell asleep in class again today. When I'm learning about something concrete, I want to be able to hold the stones. Connect with the idea of how old the rocks really are. I can do that in the lab.

History was, as always, very engaging.

There was a firedrill when I was out on the balcony of the library, trying to warm up. I had my head down on the table because I was also trying to read for Human Sit. So, yes, I might have been almost sleeping. It was very, very cold.

I'm freezing.

Oh! I learned today that glass is sort of unstable, molecularly. Not structured like crystals. Haphazard. Whimsical. That makes me like it even more.

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Warm drinks seem to help a little bit.

I'm leading the class discussion on Friday.

I failed my first quiz. With a zero. Because I didn't have the textbook and I only made copies for the first week and he wasn't following the syllabus that he gave us anyway. This is Not Happy. I'll be writing a summary of the story because I feel guilty.

Speaking of guilty, mom told me that Joey was disappointed in me a few days ago. I don't like that. One, because I don't like people being disappointed in me. I try to avoid that. Two, because Joey's the only one in my born-family whose opinion I truly value. Wow, that sounds callous. She said it's because of the way I've been talking to her, or some other such thing. Whatever. I've chosen not to believe her, but that still hurts pretty bad.

Geology tomorrow, heaven help me to stay awake and not be stupid.

I need more Warm. Sitting out in the sun also helps a little, but the sun has gone down and the world is reduced to shivers. The winter will be difficult.

The city smells of rotting plants and rubber and hot metal.

I'm frightened to look at the street, on the chance that I'll see a dead-thing.

I've found white feathers on my sweatshirt. I don't understand.

Two black birds nearly flew into me. I don't understand.