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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    Seems so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex :: Sunday, June 06, 2004 ::

    I HAVE MY POSTAL SERVICE CD BACK!!! You have no idea how much I've missed this CD. And it's back! I have listened to NOTHING but it since I got it back.

    Yesterday was quite possibly the best day I've had in a looooong time. I got to spend about four hours with Liz at the People To People meeting in Rock Hill which was actually a lot of fun (Probably because Linda Martin shut up for the majority of the meeting) and I made friends with Karen Wiley's daughter, who, of course, isn't going on the trip. So the person I've actually gotten to know the most at these meetings isn't going. Ha ha ha. Anyways, Liz then proceeded to ask if we could steal the many bottles of soda they had, and Bob said yes, so I got a free two liter Mello Yello. Oh, and Bob also caught on quickly that Liz was going to be a source of humor on the trip...but every last one of those moments of humor would be unintentional. So, anyways, we drove back home and Simon called because Liz had parked at my house so we didn't have to take two cars down to Rock Hill and he was visiting a friend in my neighborhood and thought it was weird that his girlfriend's car was in someone else's driveway. So we got back, I watched some TV for a few minutes, then Simon and his friend and Liz came over for about an hour and we talked and played some card games. And then I left to go pick up Jesse to go see Harry Potter AGAIN...but this time with her and Ensemble. I wish I could have seen my reaction when I saw Jesse's haircut. It is AWESOME. So, anyways, we drove to Philip's Place to see the movie and...I love the Ensemble people. They're so much fun to be around. Like Mary Kate. Mary Kate is awesome, pure and simple. I'm trying to remember who was there...Jesse, Jaci, Rob, Alex, Jordan, Mike, Mary Kate, Daniel and John...and me. But I feel like an honorary Ensemble member just because I know most of them and feel comfortable around them. Oh, the funniest parts of the movie weren't even the movie. Jesse and I kept laughing because John's laugh was so distinctive, and this girl bhind us shrieked when Professor Trelawney's hand grabs Harry. Seriously, it was a blood-curdling shriek...and Jesse and I ended up laughing for about five minutes straight. After the movie, we went to this place on East Boulevard after the movie so I got to talk with them some more, such as mocking the end of the movie, or Mike's "Interupting So-and-so" jokes or...just anything. They're so much fun. I wish I had gotten to know them this year.

    But that was my awesome day. So...woo hoo!

    Quotes

    Mmm...juice boxes
    -Mary Kate

    Daniel: If it's my birthday, do I get free food?
    Waitress: No
    Daniel: Oh, okay. I don't want anything


    I feel so sorry for Hermione and her...little boobies. They're there, they're just not...there
    -Mary Kate

    Jesse: Mmuhum
    Nick: What?
    Jesse: Mmmhmmm
    Nick: What?
    Jesse: NOTHING!
    Nick: SPEAK, WHY DON'T YOU SPEAK!?


    Alex: Jordan, do you know where you are?
    Jordan: Yeah, I'm about to turn into the restarunt
    Alex: Okay
    Jordan: Wait...this is on East Boulevard, right?
    Alex: Yes...
    Jordan: Oh, okay. I'm at a stoplight.


    Jesse: Whore
    Nick: Lesbian
    Jesse: Blow Job Queen
    Nick: Lesbian
    Jesse: Whore
    Now continue this debate for about five more minutes


    Current Mood: Awesome
    Current Music: The Postal Service - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

    :: Nick Sunday, June 06, 2004 [+] ::
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