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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    A seven nation army couldn't hold me back :: Wednesday, February 18, 2004 ::

    My day involved taking care of someone for about ten minutes, then worrying my ass off for the remainder of the school day.

    I've never been that worried about someone before. Ever. And the scary thing is, I like that I was that worried.

    Got my class rank today...I dropped down to 19, which, still, isn't that bad. 19th out of 134 or however many people are in our grade. And I'm still in the range I thought I would be in (19-15) and I'm still in the top 25, so...not that concerned. Now, had I dropped down to, like, 30 or 35 or something...eh...I might be worried. But, otherwise, nah. I don't really care.

    Um...what else. Yearbook was more unneeded stress...and I'm getting stressed just thinking about it, so, if you must know, ask me.

    And that's about it.

    Jesse, cheer up. You looked WAY too sad at lunch...though that stream of conciousness thing you wrote was really good.

    Current Mood: Tired...I think I'll go take a nap
    Current Music: Sloan - The N.S.

    :: Nick Wednesday, February 18, 2004 [+] ::
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