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[hyperonion]

I found a sweater today in the corner of the drama room. I had been thinking about it for the past couple days. A minor misfortune brought it back to me. It's, just...so wierd. Today, January 25th 2005 marked the first feeble and timid footsteps towards the mastering of chemistry. I must say I am very afraid, and I hate my class, they're a bunch of

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if he knew now what he knew then he could be a king.... wait..she

[tearen]

listen here ... lecture... yeah...no im just kidding.. um oh oh i know advice.. cause its a way nicer word than lecture...um anybody can give advice but its up to you whose advice you take..um including that i guess..yeah well anyways expect a call from me or atleast a text message telling you how much i hate you...

[luckymoron]

It doesn't matter where you go to college, just as long as we come together during summer and play a round of golf. I love you Julie.

[elitist_doll]

That bit about feeling old--yeah, I've been thinking about that a lot, too. Just in this past year. I know it's rediculous, because I'm not old by most standards, but I can't help but think: "I've already lived close to two decades. Where did it go? Will the next two go by just as fast? Why can't I remember that night when my sister was born anymore?" or any of those other faint memories that have smoldered into nothing. While I ate dinner at Dos Coyotes last night, I looked at the lady sitting at the table next to me and knew that one day, I too would have wrinkles and white hair like her. And it scares me to death. I try to live every day to the fullest, but I still have doubts about whether i'm doing that successfully or not. This must be a phase that all seniors go through as we are thrust out our doors and pushed into the clutches of 'real life', but I must say that it's nice to hear someone else give a voice to the whole affair