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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    I don't feel like thinking of a song lyric :: Friday, May 28, 2004 ::

    I do feel, however, like shoving my head into a blender. I swear, I try to start conversations trying to be innocent and having good intentions and, no matter what, it always ends up with me being mad at someone and them being mad at me. I'm tired of it, frankly. Need to keep my head focused and stuff.

    Um...today was nice, until about an hour ago, but...that's my own fault, so I'll let it go.

    I'm ready to throw something in Photo. For about the fourth time, my negatives didn't come out. So Mrs. Johnson is giving me an extension, which is nice of her, because, otherwise, I'd be screwed royally. Um...Honors A was funny. I swear, that class was built to torture me. But I do like that it's really broken me out of my shell this year. They made me walk around, while constantly talking and being both a ballerina and a bad Catholic schoolgirl. *Sigh*. Sonny and I actually got work done in Physics on our bottle rocket! Amazing! Especially because Theo wasn't there! Coincedence? I think not. I mean, Theo is so devoted to the rocket, but he just keeps trying to change the plans and keep doing research and stuff on things we don't need. I appreciate his efforts, but we also need to get stuff done, which Sonny and I were able to do today. And then Pre-Cal which was...nonexistant, really. I talked with Diana and Allison and Margaret pretty much the entire time. And slept.

    Yeah, another boring blog entry. Sorry for that.

    Quotes (This is a lot easier then writing out "Of The Day" as well

    I would have rather you shot the horse. I would have rather you shot the horse, then hidden behind it while shooting at the barbarians
    -Mr. Delaney

    Delaney: Nick, I remember when you were a quiet student and nice to me
    Nick: Yeah, I remember that. Then you made me dance

    Current Mood: Guilty and just...I really didn't mean for it to get to that
    Current Music: The Flaming Lips - Ego Tripping At The Gates Of Hell (Quite Fucking Awesome)

    :: Nick Friday, May 28, 2004 [+] ::
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