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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    The sounds return to pure and easy :: Saturday, February 21, 2004 ::

    Never thought that dialing a phone number would be that hard (I called once, stopped the connection, then called back)

    I can't believe I really did that, because now they could call back at any time and I don't what to say. I know WHAT I need to say, but I don't know how to say it. I wish Whiteside were here so I could do my "Put Thoughts I Bottled Jar - Insert Bottled Jar In Mind" and then he could tell me what to say...

    I love that man. Okay, obviously in a non-homosexual way, but he has to be the best teacher I've EVER had, or probably will ever have. I want to have him sit down and let me pick his brain.

    *Sigh* Anyways...People To People meeting today, which was boring, as I expected. Though seeing Andrew in *gasp* BLUE JEANS! and a t-shirt with a hole in it that said "I'll be grateful when they're dead" was hysterical...and the studded belt, which he neglected to show off (He was representing the innappropriate way to dress on the trip)...can't believe I forgot a camera.

    Then I had some fun (Which included buying the Lost In Translation soundtrack).

    Then I went home and was lonely. And I decided to write a little someting (Which I completely regret sending now) and then I called someone (Another thing I regret doing)

    Ugh.

    Apparently, trying to help Andrew when he was throwing up was a bad thing because all I had to eat this morning was some Pepto Bismol because I felt like I was going to throw up.

    I really need to start the homework. Reeeeaaaallllyyy need to.

    Nah

    Current Mood: Lonely and...scared...that's the perfect word
    Current Music: Death In Vegas - Girls

    :: Nick Saturday, February 21, 2004 [+] ::
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