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Your eyelashes tickled my neck with every nervous blink :: Friday, February 04, 2005 ::

So, you know what? Snow Ball was awesome. And I danced. I was definitely the worst dancer there, but, you know what? I had FUN.

Seriously, this past week, I've just felt...I've felt like me again. It's been like ever since August I've just been this semblance of who I used to be and this past week I've started being myself again. I'm having fun. I'm laughing.

I'm happy.

I feel like this past week I haven't gotten depressed once. I never got lonely, I never felt nostalgic. I feel like I've laughed so hard the past week and that each time is just as funny as the last. I've joked, I've danced, I've sang, I've jumped on people's backs and had them run me out to my car, I've listened to some awesome upbeat and uptempo music.

I feel like this is due in part to Mitchell and O'Neill. I don't know what it is, but they are the only things that keep me from stabbing myself in the eye during rehearsal. Part of it is due to the fact that I wouldn't trade my teachers for the world. God, I even enjoy seeing Joyce in the hall and having him scream Oprah at me. I went and sat in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern the other day when we were on break from Ragtime and it made me miss Delaney so freaking much. I absolutely love Whiteside. I still hate every little thing I write for him and feel like I'm not good enough for English AP, but I've never had a teacher before who has made me want to take his class every day and every period. Mr. Booker is awesome. All of teachers are awesome. I miss Mrs. Monjimbo. I wish I could have taken French V AP last year.

But, of course, a large part of this, I feel, is definitely due to my friends. This past week has been amazing. I haven't hung out with anybody or done anything special (Damn rehearsal) but throughout school this week, it was awesome. And all the new friends I've made this year. Kara, Kesel, Romairas, Caitlin, Charles, Ian, Kennedy, Rosie, everyone else. Why do I have to graduate in four months???

I feel like that girl in The Sixth Sense who, in the tent, is just vomiting everywhere, and once Haley Joel Osment pulls the tent off of her she says, "I feel much better now." I think whatever was killing me I finally vomited up. And, dammit, I feel so much better

Whatever the cause may be, even if it wears off and I'm back to my normal depressive/depressing self next week, this week has been amazing. I wish I could repeat it on this infinite loop over and over again until I finally close my eyes, lay back, and just smile.

Mood: Awesome
Music: The Postal Service - The Dream of Evan and Chan (I downloaded some B-Sides which are as equally, if not more, awesome to the songs on the CD. They need a follow-up as soon as fucking possible!)

I realize this is probably a phase and that next week I'll probably make a post about how miserable and lonely I am, but, I figure, why stop now? Ride the high while it lasts.

And with that, I'm going to bed. I love you.

:: Nick Friday, February 04, 2005 [+] ::