Thursday, March 11, 2004

Cooking Show.

Sweet Lord, it's nights like this that make me never want to graduate, never want to leave the friends I have, never want to grow up, because I feel like everything I could possibly need to achieve happiness I already have.

Forget how crappy the day started off, forget the Psychology test I failed, forget how Samm's and Nat's and my plan to blow off English backfired in the face of our flawless records, forget how tired I am. I have never laughed harder than I did tonight.

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