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Apr 22, 2005 14:00

yesterday was a NEVER ENDING day of awesome times. first i missed my first class and when i got to school a bunch of people were like man... let's go to the tent!! so we went to the awesome tent that was pitched in the middle of a forest in celebration the day before, good times were had by all parties involved. later on, i went to charlies and then matt came and we had to do some errands, then ended up back at charlies, adannh lemoine and chris came too. for a couple reasons i was unable to sleep at ALL, and matt and adam stayed up too and we watched movies all night. clay pigeons was cool i THINK, we ended up mostly just inventing our own crazy fucking stories that were BEYOND hilarious. im sure they would be somewhat rediouclous by now tho. at 6.30 we decided to get some mcdonalds breakfast.. right when we step outside.. adam : hey well, it's not that cold out!! .. then aDFHIKISFhf giant GUST OF FREEZING WIND. we were SO unable to walk to mcdonalds, so we tried subway and a&w.. all closed. walking back to charlies in the freezing wind after not getting anywhere was my defeat. i was beaten. but thats ok, becuase when we face adversity thats when we triumph. we must always push the limits becuase if we never fail, we will NEVER succeed. failure is success, you'll find out once you reach the top. (that you're on the bottom). k anyways hahah.. yeah.. so i called my mom for a ride and she was like MAN WHAT THE FUCK?! becuase it was so early. so i bussed home, i got in at like 8am and slept the SHIT out of that morning, im so well rested, you wouldnt even believe. i wish i could just speak my livejournal entries instead of having to type, becuase its ALL in the tone, you'll find out once you reach the top. i liked going to sleep knowing that... in 11 hours, i'll be at burton.. in HALF A DAY i will be seeing MOTHERFUCKING MOTORHEAD. shit that reminds me of an important phone call i must make. goodbye everybody and i hope you all have fantastic long weekends.
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