I hope this entry doesn't take too long.
I don't study psychology, but there is this something embedded in human nature that often... prompts shall we say, them to do the wrong things.
Certainly, that is but an unsubtle means of putting things.
That and the fact that we wouldn't be humans if we weren't so (Ironically).
Call it inquisitiveness, call it whatever you wish.
They are just inclined... to test the limitations of a subject.
Incognizantly, if I may add.
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I'm extremely psyched at the notion of studying.
Pretty sure Alan and the gang have the gist of what they're going up against.
I can't help but feel good for them.
But I'm not half as bad... or so I think.
Walking into class, enveloped by the chorus of chatty laughter; I no longer indulge in making merry during curriculum periods.
This studious appetence is doing me merit, I'd say.
The one concern I have at mind: That this maverick disposition I bear doesn't, well, saddle me in any way.
I guess this means that I won't get to sleep tonight again.
