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Excellent, I have figured out the path of my career: I will be one of those radical archaeologists, you know, the ones that go around telling people about Atlantis and how the pyramids were actually landing pads for aliens, and thus have: no job, no career, no friends, and no academic standing. Excellent.

Okay, possibly not that radical, but definitely one of the wonky ones.

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Jazz competition tomorrow: hurrah, no school. Which means it's basically a three day week for the jazz kids. Score.

Pep band tomorrow night, though. *sigh* And my chem teacher was putting potassium in water. Why am I going to be gone the one time when stuff blows up?