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Hmm. Just read a long post of Alex's in which he said what he would do if he had five days...what a wonderful thought. So I wrote a long comment back. And put it here too.

I know the joys of not doing my homework, listening to music on the computer. I did my calculus, honest I did, so I feel vindicated in taking a break even though I have so much to do. Five days? One whole week without the end.

I would finish reading Glen's essay and my fantasy novel I've been in the middle of since December. And that book my mom found that's suprisingly fascinating.
I'd do random interviews downtown for my thesis project, because I want to know how normal people feel about it, not just politicians and editorial writers and advocacy group people.
I would clean my room, and try to find a way to keep it clean for more than three days, why is that so hard?
I would write a letter to someone I haven't seen in a long time, I don't know who, but someone...because of the happiness of getting something on paper in the mail.
I would sell my extra clothes for a bit and maybe get enough for a used-new-to-me sweater (only my birthday's not yet, so my mom has to come with me....)
I would write more about my little brother that I don't have and don't know, because I have found he's an interesting little bugger and I want to have a talk with him. Too bad Christopher doesn't exist except somewhere else than here.
I would read the entirety of Plato's republic and see if I actually agree with IF Stone's article, and then write my own Kallipolis to refute Plato's. Because philosophers don't tend to agree on anything.
I would wash my boots and give away all my dress shoes that don't actually fit me but I bought them anyway because I needed a pair and it was only a dollar...(Alex, d'you want a pair?)
I would go to the Burke museum and stare at all the bird wings and mammal bones and fill a sketchbook with drawings of specimens, and then go to the zoo and fill another sketchbook with live animals.
I would take a roll of film of entirely interesting things, people and other things I don't ever take pictures of.
I would try again to write a sonnet, hoping that today I find the inspiration in something unusual, like my rusted wheelbarrow.
(Lovelorn? Surely not everyone in our class is...what do you see that is so sad? I am curious.)
I would actually practice my dancing and break in my hardshoes properly, and learn to love the dance form again. I seem to have lost it.
I would go to Barnes and Noble and listen to the free-sample music and dance around in the bookstore.
I would go have a conversation with the cats across the street, and go horseback-riding for the first time in what feels like decades.
I would hop on a ship and work my way across to Europe.

And then say thank you to Alex for making me think of all this. I like reading all your horseshit. :)