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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    Anyways, moving on to the rest of my day... :: Tuesday, June 01, 2004 ::

    LAST A DAY!!! NO MORE JOYCE!!!...well, except for that exam. Oh, well, at least it's multiple choice. English was so...I don't know...it was just sad for me because I'm not going to see Whiteside for another three months. I...that man has done so much for me that he can never know. I even wrote him a letter about that. Physics was...I actually think Theo, Sonny and I are going to do well tomorrow. Considering we're the only group who has a working rocket, that is.

    Then I was in the darkroom for hours upon hours...but with Lauren Hege, so we had fun. She insulted Radiohead, and I got mad and stuff. Ms. Atkins is SO nice. I wish I had had her for Photo this year, maybe I would have liked it more.

    The Awards Ceremony was...long...and tedious. I wanted to shoot the people in front of me in the head for talking the entire time and just being annoying. But, *sigh*, anyways...my sash fell off during one of the standing ovations. That was funny...and seeing Simon yell at the seniors. Also funny.

    But now it is ten, and I have to finish that math take home test, so, I guess this is it

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    Come over here, little girl, I want to feel your art
    -Mr. Whiteside

    Current Mood: Um...none?
    Current Music: Alanis Morisette - Ironic

    :: Nick Tuesday, June 01, 2004 [+] ::
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