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    Man delights not me :: Sunday, September 19, 2004 ::

    I'm heavily considering a Hamlet theme for my blog until the show wraps up. I've got such a good feeling about it, that it's going to be awesome.

    It's about one fifteen in the morning, and I'm working on English and Bio stuff. What fun my life has become.

    Today was the prettiest day I think I have ever seen. The weather was cool, but not freezing, the sky was clear, there was a light breeze -- It was essentially fall without the added bonus of ragweed.

    Something changed today. I don't really understand WHAT, but I'll get these moments where it feels like something changed, something dramatic, something big. I just feel...different. The last two times I felt that kind of difference, it turned out that a really big event actually happened that did eventually kind of change me. Neither event was good, but it definitely changed something inside of me. This feels like a good shift, though, like a shift that I wanted to happen.

    I was at home all day, and did nothing, and I enjoyed every minute of it.

    It's so nice when you can just feel yourself unraveling. Yes, that would be sarcasm.

    I have rediscovered my Stone Roses CD, and it has sent me back to a time when life was easy, otherwise known as tenth grade, and maybe that's this weird different feeling I have. Today just felt like old times, before anything had happened, and, subsequently, when stuff first started happening. Just a good life. A life I'd love to get back.

    Side Note: Simon picks the best times to call you. Seriously, at the tail end of a mental breakdown. Wonderful timing, Simon. Wonderful.

    Alright. I've rambled on long enough. Time to do some more Bio and English homework.

    Current Mood: Nostalgic
    Current Music: Stone Roses

    :: Nick Sunday, September 19, 2004 [+] ::
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