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From the ice age to the dole age, there is but one concern :: Sunday, January 25, 2004 :: Gnimocemoh...was nice. First hour was boring because i was anti-dancing...but Jesse and I managed to develop the coolest dance ever called The Ross Feldman Dance...which is just the coolest dance ever, as I just said. Essentially, all you do is jump around and throw your head around. You do this because Jesse and I determined that, should Ross Feldman dance, that is what he would look like. Oh my god, and so many people took pictures of me looking an idiot. I know Ms. Ridenour is going to fight until she dies to get that picture of me in grass skirt in the yearbook, and Andrew will have pictures of me going up on his blog soon...I'm going to be so embaressed.
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