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Tuesday, January 13, 2004

"What do a football, a pizza, and Becky's sweater have in common?"
"They all have texture."

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A TEENAGE ANGST REPORT!

Sometimes when I think about the fact that it's almost the second semester of senior year, I stop breathing, and must remind myself that my body needs oxygen to live. My grades suck, I'm spending seventy-five percent less time doing anything at all productive, I'm eating tons of chocholate, and all I can think about is the distant (and by distant I mean February) future. All because I'm afraid of facing the fact that yes, it's true, highschool is almost over, and yes I am going very far away from this place and these people. Seriously, it has me frozen in a state of consciousness that is.... somewhere else. Does that make sense? It seems like this is what I've been looking forward to for who-knows-how-long, and now it's here and I'm finding it difficult to even appreciate it (except for the free roaming privileges I have apparently been granted).....

In conclusion, "SLAM DUNK!" Have a nice hump day.

END TEENAGE ANGST REPORT.

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