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I'll be damned.
08-28-03, 5:44 p.m.

You'll be happy to hear that Patty and I made it to theatre on time today...(and that I did, in fact, attend all of my classes both yesterday and today). We were most proud of ourselves. Also, in theatre we found pimptight seats in the back of the theatre...all in the dark and shit. It was awesome. We're going early every Tuesday and Thursday from now on, because I SAID SO, and because I like sitting in the dark.

I THINK I like my english class...I can't really tell. It's like...we read stories and then we talk about them...which is easy, right? Not really. These people get this deep prolific meaning out of the stories. Its like, they're all "Sister is an arrogant and jealous busy body who lies to get attention. These traits subsequently stem from her childhood in the south..." and blah blah blah, and I'm all "Stella-Rondo is a bitch, and I think Sister should cut her with a letter opener." (We were reading "Why I live at the P.O" by Eudora Weatly). I'm just like "DAMN PEOPLE!"

As least its not hard.

Today, before Geography, Britany and I briefly discussed moving into the dorms next semester. I hope she's serious. I think it would be fun.

Anyway, I am really tired, so I think I'll go take a nap now. Before I go, however, I'd like for you, the reader, to have a quick look see at the 7th member of the Morgan Team.

Thats right folks. That is the one and only Ryan fucking Shoulders.

I will be damned.

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