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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    With a little bit of help, you can talk just like me :: Friday, September 10, 2004 ::

    Stats was awesome, Biology was very relieving, Independent Study was productive and Psychology was pretty fun.

    Rehearsal was a bore. I'm on stage the entire time. And...*sigh*. Around about 4:30, I felt like curling up into a little ball and dying. I do think, however, the Ghost Dance looks really cool. From the position I'm in, I can see pretty much everyone, and it really does pretty cool. And I love Laney. Any time I've ever been around her, she's always been fun. But, yeah. My neck is kind of sore from all the convulsing she made us do, is it just me? Anybody else have a kind of sore neck?

    You know, I think Marquez was on to something with his "One moment of reconciliation is worth more than an entire lifetime of friendship." I think we reconciled. I hope we reconciled. But it's just nice.

    P2P REUNION IS TOMORROW!!! I can't wait to see everyone! Chris, Katie, Rachel, Tristan, Kaylee, KAREN CARVER!!!, Kat, Vic, Allison, Lauren Hurst AND Lauren Brandes Ashley, Nicole, Brittany...ah! I want tomorrow to hurry up and get here. I think I'll give everyone this gigantic hug when I see them. Especially Chris *cough*. But Liz and I were talking in Stats about it and I am beyond excited about seeing all these people again. Europe oriented stuff always seems to roll around at the exact right time when I need to escape my current life. And Della! I have missed Della SO much. If Bobby shows up, I might scream. He asked Katie if "we have to go to the reunion," which is so a comment he would make. Well, Bobby, I'll tell you right now, nobody really wants you there, anyways, so spare us. Please.

    AH!

    By the way, just to inform anyone voting for Senior Superlatives, do NOT stick filled out forms in the folder outside Ms. Ridenour's room. Those are for BLANK forms, so the completed forms obstruct them. Just to give a heads up. And I think I might get the most likely to write a novel superlative, which would be really cool, as I would love to write a novel someday, and not many people know that. Is it wrong that there are four categories I want to vote for myself for? I mean, I know it seems egotistical, and I swear it's not because I want to win them, but...okay. Most likely to be a teacher? That is the profession I want to pursue. Most likely to direct a motion picture? I. LOVED. DIRECTING. I would do it again in a heartbeat and I would seriously consider either double majoring or minoring in Direction, if the school offers it. Most Likely to write a novel is another one I want to vote for myself for, and then teacher-look-a-like, for Delaney. Does that seem way too egotistical? I haven't filled out any of those slots yet because I don't want to appear that egotistical, you know? And something else I discovered while trying to fill out my votes: The guys in our grade? Yeah, we're not that prolific. I have had to rack my brain so hard to find people to fit in every category, it's insane. But, enough of that.

    P2P tomorrow!

    Current Mood: Excited
    Current Music: Finger Eleven - One Thing

    :: Nick Friday, September 10, 2004 [+] ::
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