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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    Your fantasies are unlikely, but beautiful :: Monday, July 05, 2004 ::

    Am I really back home? This just seems so...weird. I didn't see Katie, Karen, Chris, Rachel, Ashley, Lauren, Allison, Della, Kaylee, Nicole, Eric, Brittany, Vic, Vic, Tristan, Lauren, Elizabeth or...anyone today. And it's just...surreal.

    I got to spend almost the entire day with Jesse, and nothing could be better than that. She's so awesome. I don't think I could have more fun with someone. I attacked her with a hug as soon as she opened her door and as she was trying to close it. She's just...AH! Awesome. We just went to Birkdale, Borders and just talked but it was great and awesome and cool and AH! I missed her so much.

    As nice as it was to sleep in my own bed and shower without any time constraints and wake up when I was supposed to wake up and drive around...I miss waking up in some foreign hotel, half-dead, walking around like a zombie, taking five minute showers, getting all that bread for breakfast. I didn't have pasta today for the first time, in, like, forever. And it's weird to be updating my blog. Feels so...contrived, like I'm doing it because I'm expected to or something.

    But it is nice to be home...somewhat. Hanging out with Jesse practically all fucking day was quite a nice welcome back gift.

    Current Mood: Odd
    Current Music: Led Zepplin - Going To California (DOWNLOAD IT NOW!)

    :: Nick Monday, July 05, 2004 [+] ::
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