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I have been looking forward to this weekend for so long... and the fact that today was awful made the knowledge of its end all the more sweet.

I had to turn in three papers, all of which I finished around 24 hours ago, because I'm an idiot. Two of these papers were for my art class. At the same time, in the same class, I had to print three more photographs for my project on people and friends. They all sucked, except for one of them, sort of.

I've recently realized that, despite whatever I have thought in the past, I am not as bright as most of the people I know. Coming to this unfortunate conclusion was not all that difficult, because I believe I still have something going for me.

I possess a certain quality that allows me to exude the appearance of being intelligent. While I think that good spelling and vocabulary play a lot into this, I would have to say that that quality is rhetoric. I may well be the best bullshitter I know. For example, anyone who dared read my Theory of Knowledge paper (that is, Ben [p.s. Happy Birthday]) would, at first glance, be quite impressed. However, if I were to sum up my knowledge on the topic (Sources of knowledge), it would appear something like this:

Todd sits, at first motionless, in an anonymous chair. He lifts his palms, faces them skyward, and pushes his shoulders in an upward motion, shrugging.

I don't know a goddamned thing about sources of knowledge! I just wanted to write my 1200 words (most of them long ones that I don't even have a full grasp on) and get the fuck to bed (By the way, I took an absolutely awesome nap today, lasting from around 5:00 'til 9:00... more on that later). I'm sure the people who read these papers will see straight through me, but the truth is, I don't care. My paper kicks ass, and that's the bottom effing line.

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Many use weblogs as their own personal repository of rants and opinions. Here, more than anywhere else, is knowledge in its rawest form. Regular people, by which I mean those not classified as “authorities” share their thoughts and values in their own plain language exactly how they feel. Often, thoughts are not put together and are found still in their cognitive stage, the writer waiting until later to justify or extend their ideas. Here, what you see is what you get.

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And my nap was fucking great.

Peace.
-Todd