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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    I need you to pretend that we are in love again :: Monday, June 07, 2004 ::

    My stomach feels sick. Seriously, halfway through the yearbook "exam" I started wondering if maybe I should get my pass and venture up to the restrooms. And since getting home...it hasn't gotten any better, and I've even taken Pepto Bismol, which usually works wonders for my stomach problems (Since I...ugh, I don't feel like sharing that information. Only two people know and that's how I want it to stay) but it's not working.

    So the yearbook exam wasn't..."fake"...I guess. It was more of an evaluation of this year's yearbook, so it all went well. I slept a little, watched Marc's tape of the Tony's...I want to see Wicked and Avenue Q now. Actually, I want to reread Wicked, then see the musical.

    It hasn't sunk in yet, but tomorrow is the last day. I'm not going to see some of these people for nearly three months. I'm...I don't know how to feel. But this godforsaken, hell-like year is over tomorrow at 12:20. I'll be a senior. I'll never have to go through this...this...drama that surrounded this year again.

    I did a Year In Review thing a few weeks ago and posted it on my private blog. I would post it, but it's a.) Too personal and b.) Changed a little too much in terms of my feelings on one subject.

    I...this year...it's almost over. This year has...I'm not even going to go there. I'll always remember this year fondly, I guess. It's just weird because I've experience such extremes in terms of the happiest I've ever been and the saddest I've ever been and I've also fallen in love and I've also experienced a hatred I never knew I could feel this year...ONE YEAR! All in one year! Wow.

    Okay, I'm not going to start analyzing this year. That's going to be a feat I'll leave for sometime in the summer.

    Yeah, a truce would be nice. I guess I'll talk to you for a few seconds after the bell rings tomorrow...or at graduation rehearsal....or something....or not, if that's what you want...e-mail me, I...guess...? God, I'm so bad at things like this

    Current Mood: Nostalgic
    Current Music: Toad The Wet Sprocket - All I Want (Guilty pleasure, forgive me)

    :: Nick Monday, June 07, 2004 [+] ::
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