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    :: Wednesday, December 03, 2003 ::

    Woo! Andrenaline! THE SOUTH KICKED ASS TODAY! Which side lost seven people? Which side's troops are mostly down to two or three rations? Not the South! THE UNION!

    And who killed Jason Green, you may asK? Why, none other than me. I'm going to wave his armband proudly tomorrow. (Also, don't view this as egotistical that I killed him. I'm not saying I'm better than anybody in the war, I'm just happy that I was the one who killed Jason Green because...well...he's Jason Green. It could have veryw ell been Andrew who killed him instead of me)

    I had nine rations going into the fifth period and lost five of them because the only people I had to engage were smart people. I'm attacking stupid people tomorrow...and sprinting like hell from Physics before Theo and Simon go after us.

    Okay, I've got a ton of homework to do (In addition to changing my questions and stuffing my head with more knowledge) so...just a brief update.

    OH! I must document the horror that nearly ensued in homeroom. My homeroom is in the E Building, which belongs to the Union. So there are 12 union people in my homeroom and the five of us confederates....no, I can't document this because a certain Yankee general is reading and might find secrets.

    Good luck killing Simon, you guys. He's not going down without a fight.

    Current Mood: Whee!
    Current Music: Placebo - Every Me And Every You

    :: Nick Wednesday, December 03, 2003 [+] ::
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