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Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	High
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very Low

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Boredom time, antsy time, Dan-is-in-bed-and-I-can't-turn-on-a-light-time.
Free style blog? Sure, why not?
I've been thinking about doing an actual blog since reading Jen's most recent post. I'm getting all reflective and almost nostalgia-y... or nauseous, take your pick on that one.
It's strange, ever since I figured out what my moving plans were, I've been halfway ready to pack, and halfway not wanting to leave at all, but that's just how these things go. When I go back home, I have to toe a line, live by my parents rules again and call in to tell where I am. I'm really excited to being able to chill with everyone, and there are fun truips planned for this summer, but all the same, once I leave, there are certain people I will never see again. A lot of people that are graduating this year are basically declaring that they won't come back to visit... Which is strange, because they all talk about how much they love this place and what it's given to them.
Amanda, Andrea, Carolyn, Buddy, Rita, Shannon, CJ, Lizzie, Laura, Beth... the table at meals won't ever be quite the same.
Here at Ripon I basically have two groups of people I eat meals with, it differs depending on how I feel, or random chance, or which one invites me to sit down firt, I don't really have asystem worked out.
It's funny how certain people can grow on you, like mold, the good kind of mold, the healthy, if slightly obnoxious kind. I guess I'm one of the those people, or I used to be at any rate... I take some getting ued to, I've accepted that fact, and while it might be unfrotunate, I don't feel strongly enough about that, and, liking where I am right now, I'm not going to change it. But it's funny how one of the people I couldn't stand last semster is becoming a friend, even if I still want to gut him now and again, that's usual for me...
The one acts are over, thank god, now it's time for the shit I'm, well, my parents are paying for me to do. I spent a lot of time wasting time today, still got some work done. I really, really, reallyreallyreally hate it when people hoot and holler at stage kisses. It's not like the qwhole thing isn't strange already... I mean... practices... and ahving this third person to kiss this person you don't really know again and again and again.
Kissing, it's funny, how intimate is it really? How much meaning do we put into a kiss? I guess it depends circumstances, intoxication level, and who it is... setting... music... mood... cycle of the moon.
Round I am yet flat as a board, altar to the wolfen lod... that was an old riddle, I don't remember where it was from, if you couldn't guess, the answer was moon... it didn't make sense to me when I was a kid because... well.. the moon isn't flat... funny that. Something doesn't make sense anymore because now you have more knowledge, I always thought it went the other way around.
So back to fungus, I hate my job, and it is something that will not grow on me. I ahted it last semester and I still hate it, I try ot relax and enjoy myself... but... well... some of you at least know how snappy I get when my blood sugar level gets low... I thoguht about typing that as BS level... but I decided against it at the lat moment.. some of you might have not gotten the joke, and we can't have that now can we?
Yesterday was fun, if a little unwise in the financial area. Money is tight... I almost typed Monet.. more on that later... well, money is tight because I don't get paid for another couple of weeks, so I really sbhouldn't ahve gone to see the movie... but...damnit.. it's Tarantino.
After the movie came back, got A&W with coupons, first time I'd eaten that day because I slept in too late and missed lunch. AFter that went to the other set of one acts, had a good time, evne if I did know all of the palys too well by that point. Went form there up to Jon's room and the rest of my bottle of cheap wine, I didn't drink much on Friday, I made up for that on Saturday... heh... I'm a wino. After watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre, took my bottle of wine, was nearly caught with it by Mundro, the Quads hall director, and wandered around. Eventually ended up in Lizzie's room which faces out over a big open field and watched the light show and talked to her for about an hour. Left her rom about... 2:30 I think, and came back here.
Today I slept until about 11:30, and woke up in an obnoxiously good mood. Listened to Sandstorm becauses that's what came up on my playlist, and started the day out with cold pizza in the commons and mountain dew with too much soda water in it. It's ok to say "soda" if you are referring to the water.

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Blogging free style....
It's really just a matter of letting everything come out through your fingers, maybe closing your eyes, some music helps, I think, if you do close your eyes, for the sake of the readers, use spell checker....
Today was one of those days that I think is destined to fade forever into the endless milieu of days. Nothing makes today significant, nothing great was accomplished today.. does that make a day a bad day? What constitutes a day as good or bad, is there a rule book somewhere? Is it a matter of good points and bad points, which at the end of the day, are weighed on some sort of scale before your head hits the pillow and your eyes close for the night and the score-board is wiped clean? Or is it a matter of timing, the day started poorly, but progressed to better, so the more recent acts take precedence over those that happened soon after you awoke. Or is it a matter of the weather? The weather always plays a role, in my moods at least, it is easy to blame moods on the weather, impersonal, and in Wisconsin, usually cold.
My next door neighbor has, "We had Spring, where the fuck did it go? I swear it was here!" Next to the message pretty flowers are drawn in a variety of colours... and people say I have too much time on my hands.
I hate jazz commentators, they have to fit a stereotype more than, I think, any other sort of DJ... with the possible exception of classical... they have a lingo they HAVE to speak in... it's a cut, not a recording, it's cats... if they're bop tradition they clip off their "g"s... walkin', talkin'... G is a neglected letter.... this particular announcer irks me... but they all do it... ooooon.... wheeeen.... randomly chosen words it seems to extend, why that word?
A few days ago I was talking to someone and I started to play with her language... I stared at the sentence... and I kept changing the emphasis... sometimes the meaning of the entire sentence would change, most of the time the sentence was rendered incomprehensible... I passed the conversation about 20 minutes like this before I finally came back to myself and attempted saying something of note... well attempted as much as I ever attempt to be interesting.. which is far too hard at times I feel... but then again, if you've just met someone, don't you WANT to be interesting, no one want to be thought of as a bore... I felt it was time for a period, and I threw in a few extra to make up for those I'm sure I missed.... but hey, it's freeee flowing blogging, right? Eat your heart out Kerouac, this is my scene.
Free Form Blogging, attempt at your own risk.
Risk.... there's something I avoid and desire, funny that.
I suppose that's the nature of risk though, isn't it? It's scary, that's what makes it fun, right? Of course I'm right... right? I'm terrified by heights, I don't qualify for a full blown phobia, but it's enough to make me want to curl up in a ball if I get too close to a ledge. Hell.. ladders get me antsy... but I still manage to love roller coasters, even thoguh I'm sure I'm goign to die the entire time I'm on one of the damn things, that's part of human nature I guess.
I've got nothing, that wasn't nearly as fun as I was hoping it would be. I guess that's part of what makes this day destined to fade.. it wasn't special enough.
I'm reminded suddenly of a line from Picasso at the Lapine-Agile: "You know why the sun doesn't revolve around the Earth? Because the idea isn't beautiful enough!"