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    :: Tuesday, November 25, 2003 ::

    Updating from the yearbook room. My brain officially went on vacation this morning and I really don't want to deal with Physics.

    Rhinoceros list went up...I didn't make it. YES!

    How ironic. No, I'm not upset that I didn't make it. Hell, I'd actually like to say thanks to Delaney. I couldn't take another play. So...yeah...Andrew and Sara are in, so I'm happy for them and I know it'll be hysterical so I can't wait to see it. I'm actually kind of glad I'll be watching it instead of in it so I can laugh at some of the stuff...but the cast is great (Save one person who keeps getting cast in shows when he's not that good) and I'm looking foward to the show.

    Anything else...Simon and I were declared the winners of Risk. We wanted thrones...well...I wanted thrones and a procession, and Simon wanted roses to be thrown at us...but no such luck. Whiteside announced it when only 5 people were left in the room. We decided that since Liz and Heidi got second place Liz would become the whipping girl so I could hurt her whenever I wanted and Heidi would have to be executed as she almost stabbed us in the back. Ha ha ha...

    And when traveling around the school with our US History class, I noticed one thing: We may have 21 people in our class, but on any given day, only about 10 or 15 actually show up. This is beyond grossly outnumbered. We are now insanely outnumbered. BUT WE SHALL WIN THE WAR!

    Liz, I read your website. I left a comment. Yeah...so...

    Yearbook was...boring the first half, the fun the second half because Andrew and I did nothing but discuss the sorry state of our families. It's comforting to know I'm not the only one with a connection to an abnormally dysfunctional family.

    I felt horrible for Jesse because she really wanted to be Daisy in Rhinoceros (And please...Jesse IS the psychotic girl next door) and she looks kind of sad, and here I am smiling and laughing over the fact I didn't get in. Jesse, you and I both know you were the perfect Daisy. And so does Andrew. And Heidi. And Liz...and everybody else. I still say you should do a Tonya Harding...well...maybe not over a school play, but you will always be my little Daisy (Jennifer, Mike, John...I don't want to hear ANYTHING about the fact I just called her my little Daisy)

    Beef made a comment on my blog...that kind of surprises me as the only word I've ever said to her is "No" when she asked me if Mr. Mitchell had come this way. So...yeah. I should say "Hi" to her since she has access to my Blog.

    It is now my third day of being in a great mood. Three in a row...it'll end after I spend a prolonged time with my mom's side of the family this thursday, but for now...this is great. Thanks to that person who put me in this mood.

    Teacher Quote of the Day

    You have to deal with random things like "How do I get on a 30 seat passenger bus that has 57 people on it...and two goats"

    -Mr. Whiteside on living in Haiti

    Current Mood: Pretty Good
    Current Music: The Doors - LA Woman

    :: Nick Tuesday, November 25, 2003 [+] ::
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