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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    I suggest we learn to love ourselves before it's made illegal :: Friday, April 30, 2004 ::

    I really, truly hope I have fun tomorrow; that I don't dwell on stuff. Because, otherwise, tomorrow will suck horribly. And it's Prom. So, therefore, it shouldn't suck horribly, but anytime anybody EVER brings up ANYTHING about prom...I just get really...moody and depressed.

    I have my full license. Yay me!

    Um...what else...Sonny is so cool to talk to.

    I made a 100 on a math test. Yay me again!

    Uh...Oh, I think I'm gonna go see Dogville at The Manor tomorrow. It'll be close though...it's three hours long and it starts at 2. So I leave at 5ish, get back to my house at 5:30, then I have to shower, get dressed and leave to get to wherever we're going by 7...eh, actually, now that I type that out, I have a lot more time than I thought.

    I love Heidi.

    Current Mood: I feel that only one thing can sum this up. And it goes something like this - :)
    Current Music: Nick Drake - Pink Moon (Which I really shouldn't be listening to as it is one of those songs. Jesse knows what I'm talking about, if you want further information)

    :: Nick Friday, April 30, 2004 [+] ::
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