Hello again. Good to see you back. Yes, have a seat, of course. Make yourself comfortable- I have some shocking news for you, delivered in six parts. It's all about me, which is egocentric I know, but that's ok- this is my journal. I hope you want to read through it all, but I'll understand if... no? You'll stay? Delicious.
I've been tagged by The-Administrator which means I need to... what's that? Is this? Oh, no, the fact that I've been tagged was not one of the six shocking things. I apologize, no, I see where you would think that. This is merely the introductory exposition, you realize. Are we good? Settled? All right. Being tagged means I must list six facts about myself (here you see again that first perfect number and its importance), those tidbits comprising a sexagonal whole summoned here to the digital purview solely on its merit of being previously unknown to you, my dear unseen internet colleagues.
I ought then to forward this selfsame challenge to six more of my compatriots- increasing, you see, in an exponential (and almost wanting to be called a viral) manner this diversion's longevity. Perhaps the humble task has dreams of its own, dreams to one day manifest such influence as it may burst from the confines of these communal journals and see its own adventures, spreading a swath across the fair internet, perhaps consuming Gaia Online on its way? I certainly pray that some entity would. But no, muses of the cerebral and the cybernetic are not my forté, and so I leave the philosophy aside, spine uncracked, for some other, and commence in my duty. I only wanted to mention that I have never been a fan of forwarding materials unsolicited, so it is the humble decision on my part to allow this one branch of the fractal phenomenon to die, quietly, observed by you and perhaps a half dozen others.
So now, into the fray!
1. At school, or at home when I'm reading or writing (even on the computer), I feel incomplete without a pencil tucked behind my ear. When a pencil isn't there, and someone needs one, I clutch at the spot over my right ear and then feel disappointed. Also, I will often search for five or ten minutes in the morning, trying to find a nice long pencil with a good tip and a soft eraser, even if I know I will not use it that day.
2. My mother is a nun. An actual Orthodox nun. To answer the immediate question: She bore and raised me BEFORE becoming a nun.
3. I have a recurring thought which comes into my mind every now and then, usually when I'm vacantly thinking about thinking (they call this metacognition), which has been with me since adolesence and which becomes more complex and impenetrable and duplicitous each time I imagine it. There's no substance to it; it's just one of those things that simply IS without being anything. I haven't explained it to you at all well because I CANNOT. I have, however, recently named it the "MCL", the Metacognative Loop.
4. I used to order merchandise online such that my full name on the shipping label would take up two lines and read Andrew Bergdahl / Earl of Frivolity.
5. In gradeschool I performed a vaudville routine in front of the swingset at recess, most every day, while my friends swung. The show evolved various characters, repetitious slapstick routines, and a musical number sung to the tune of "There's no business like show business".
There's no business in Concord, and ev'rybody is poor / except for Greedy Old Mayor, who'll be rich forever more.
6. I own a shirt that says "7 is prime but 6 is perfect". It was custom made for me in middle school by my Mom. My Algebra 2 teacher liked it, so I gave him one that said "29 is prime but 28 is perfect" for his retirement.