Abbey Jeske's sister came to school today. She composes music for piano. I tried to plan to listen to some of her work, but my plans fell through. I was thinking recently about hearing music and knowing people. That is, I listen to music by people I don't know, and it is simply either music I like or music I don't like. Sometimes it's music that makes a point or makes me think about something, but my attitude toward the music is very selfish.

If I knew the artists personally; if I were friends with them, then the music becomes an extension of their personality. If I listen to a composure, I can envision a world of emotions going on inside that person that reflects indirectly every aspect of their upbringing in such ways as cannot be expressed with words. Therefore these days I am fascinated with music written by people I can meet casually.

Chowon seems so busy these days. When she is like this I get a little worried about her. Hopefully God will keep holding her up and blessing her family.

I'm trying really hard to focus on my work, but I'm simply not interested in the writing style of this author. He repeats himself over and over with different wordings. This chapter is really really long.

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I'm so under attack by the devil right now. I should go work on this homework in Ben's room.

"Remind my soul of a time before the self-hate."