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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette :: Wednesday, June 02, 2004 ::

    Naps...are awesome. Except those that you didn't mean to take (Like that one I just woke up from).

    So, today was good. It was THE END! No more photo, no more darkroom, no more Spirit Square bus, no more Delaney, no more Physics, no more Miskolitz...well, except for the exams. But I can deal with that. Those are the exams. Once those are in, there's nothing else I can do. But...ah, it's just nice to have this feeling of everything that's gone on in this school year ending in some way, shape or form, in positive and negative ways.

    I cannot describe how good you feel inside when you were absolutely trounced in a competition, and then work your ass off to come back and win first place in the next one. That's what Theo, Sonny and I did today. FIRST PLACE!!! I don't know what came over me, but when I saw that rocket go that high, I felt like a giddy little schoolgirl because our group fell apart completely and were beaten horribly in the straw tower competition and we (Being Theo and Sonny) managed to put aside any dislike we had for each other and really produce a great rocket. I have the rocket (Or what's left of it) on display in my room. It was just so nice to see all that hardwork pay off.

    So, I have a PRS to do, so I'll end it here

    Current Mood: Really, really, really good
    Current Music: The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army

    :: Nick Wednesday, June 02, 2004 [+] ::
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