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I just don't think I'll ever get over you :: Wednesday, August 25, 2004 ::

I finally found the Garden State soundtrack. I have been searching for this thing tirelessly the past two weeks or so and it was nowhere to be found. But I own it. And it is awesome. And it supplied me with a nice, easy blog title instead of having to think of lyric for nearly five minutes.

My brother has a lab band class this year, meaning, they test different instruments. The catch? They bring the instruments home. I'm being held hostage in saxophone hell right now. My music is obviously going as loud as I can possibly get it.

We got our War & Peace sized Norton English Literature books in English AP today. And that print is SMALL.

Um...what else. Oh, Jesse got taken into the corner during the Honors A singing exercize, and all you alumni of Honors A from last year who read my blog know what THAT means. So Val and Liz and Caroline kept her company out in the parking lot. Beware the dreaded corner.

Lately I've been feeling...weird. And not in a good way. Maybe the sleep deprivation is getting to me. I've gotten to sleep at one o'clock the past two nights. I think I'm drugging myself to get to sleep early tonight because I've just felt awful the past few days.

Kesel and I commandered the empty box in Yearbook. We decided we didn't like the small black boxes that end up overflowing with paper and we saw an empty drawer and were like "We're taking that." So we're sharing the box now. We left a nifty little post-it note on it marking our territory. She's so much fun to hang out with in Yearbook while working on that infernal ladder.

I just realized I'll be in the media center for the majority of tomorrow working on senior pictures. This way I can get a nap in...perhaps. Or maybe I'll just bring my CD player and listen to some music and do some homework. Or sleeping. That sounds good.

Whiteside had a ton of good quotes about the heads of babies popping off today and doctors running down hallways to catch them, but I don't remember any of them. But it was hysterical. Something about being a pediatric neuroscientist and just slamming the heads of babies on desks and just squeezing the brains. This conversation then went on for about five minutes, even with Page threatening violence if he didn't shut up. It was funny, though.

Heidi got Karl's Norton Anthology. I laughed.

Current Mood: Slightly better than last night, but still kinda...weird
Current Music: Frou Frou - Let Go

:: Nick Wednesday, August 25, 2004 [+] ::