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Tuesday, May 04, 2004

There should be an international holiday where everyone wears peasant clothes, picks wildflowers, and plays with hoops.

Cait's bringing Mark with her to prom. He might be sitting at my table. I'm giving him a fair shot, but it's possible Martin and I will just throw a chair at his head or something. Round one. ((ding))

I'm still hobbling around. And still singing the Ms. America theme in my head. Ironic how those two coincide.

Tom's coat caused quite a commotion today. It's just so black and swishy, he's got girls swooning all the way down the hall.

It dawned on me today that I am actually signed up for Calculus next year. Yes, that's suicide we're talking about. I'm thinking of taking up an instrument; band's still open.



ash @ 6:44 PM