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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    We were little boys :: Thursday, December 04, 2003 ::

    Hmm...kind of...disheartened right now. I think, on a whole, the South did again have the better day...but...

    Okay, besides the fact that this year the South is the most outnumbered it's ever been, there's too many Union people to get enough rations for the South to win in three days. If we win, it's because of grievances. That's it. I really hate to say it...but even though we've killed about 14 of their people and only three of ours are dead...I still think they're winning right now. And tomorrow...I don't know...almost everybody is in their territory. I just feel as if if it's over and I should resign myself to the fact that we will be the first year the South will lose.

    Which brings me to my next point.

    Again, the only way the south WON'T lose is based off of grievances, and we have a lot. All ready about ten people should die off grievances. So whoever goes to Appomattox Court House...well...fuck...let me just say it, I don't care how egotistical or pompous or self indulgent it is: I WANT TO BE GENERAL LEE. I want to be the person this year who argues for the south. I think I have fairly good debating skills and plus, Joyce is kind of indifferent to me and that may work in my favor over sending somebody he's not fond of or somebody he knows will do a good job because he may hound them more knowing they can do a better job. Perhaps this is me just wanting to prove myself to another one of my teachers this year so I don't feel like they all think I'm an idiot...but I want to be General Lee. I do.

    Okay, egotist rant over.

    I want to, but I seriously doubt it will happen.

    Ugh...I have to go cram for tomorrow...AGAIN. But I found out today it's paying off because I actually got engaged today and got most of the questions right.

    Current Mood: Hmm...not quite sure
    Current Music: Mozart - The Magic Flute : Overture

    :: Nick Thursday, December 04, 2003 [+] ::
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