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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    Yesterday I woke up sucking on a lemon :: Thursday, December 18, 2003 ::

    Ahh...a three hour nap...and it was so very dearly needed. Between this week and last week...I have slowly progressed into the zombie realm. I even knew I looked tired today because my eyes were half open today and I was kind...nonresponsive.

    But today was nice. I didn't finish the Nonfiction test in English, and that makes me mad because I think I was really doing well with how Kael's language influences her argument...and then time ran out. Physics was...I listened for the first 15 minutes and then my brain hit the maximum amount of knowledge it can learn in Physics and so I zoned out and Liz and I wrote notes to each other because she had zoned out long ago...she threatened to kill me if I mentioned what happened in ROTK...all I gave her was the three points I cried at (Merry and Pippin get separated, Pippin sings [And if that part doesn't at least make you go "Whoa" then you have a heart of stone], and the end...but I knew the ending would get me because I cried in the ending of the book) and that Legolas has a lot of close ups, so she'll be happy.

    Yearbook was...was...was...well, the downtime was hysterical because Rachel Cunningham and Scott Evans seemed to have too much sugar or caffeine and...you really just had to be there. Otherwise, yearbook was big fucking pile of unneeded stress that I really shouldn't be going throuhg if SOMEONE had done what I asked them instead of leaving it to OTHERS who didn't understand the IMPORTANCE of my situation. Only three photos left. Then it's done.

    THANK GOD.

    Then I went to Best Buy and Media Play and finished any Christmas shopping I needed to do. My mom has an Aragorn Action figure, my brother is getting some Game Boy game, my dad is getting some CD, and somebody else is getting something.

    And...with that...I'm off to sleep some more. Tis a very good thing.

    Current Mood: Tired
    Current Music: Radiohead - The Tourist

    :: Nick Thursday, December 18, 2003 [+] ::
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