wow, that pretty much explains everything i went through saturday. i drove out to galena park to see the band competition, listening to northstar the whole way. i stood around and watched all of the things they were doing, and couldnt help but recall all the things i used to do there. i drove back to creek, to wait for some people who were gonna hang out with me later, and i found myself sitting in the parking lot, just staring. i went into the bandhall, and sat and waited. that's where the nostalgia hit the hardest; remembering all of the fun times i've had in there. my first best friends, my first girl friends, even my first kiss happened in the bandhall (yeah, that last one was kinda lame). i couldnt get to sleep saturday night, so i found myself driving around town. i passed all these places i used to go to; Klien high school, the starbucks where the bames had their SL meetings, that gas station pit used to go to between school and rehersal sophomore year, the school, the church. i went to PoP, and sat down on the blue thingy in
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good ol harvat entries
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