It's amazing what can jog the memory
I'm in the middle of typing up a project--don't worry, all I have to do is proofread it and then print it out at school--and I have the little TV on so I can watch the news. The weather was just on and I saw the record high for this date was 66F back in 2000. I suddenly had a flashback to what was then my final year in school, this unusually warm
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No, no, Cute Boy Nick was in choir and music classes with me, and he did the pit for the musicals a couple times before going onstage for Pirates. Heh, I'd get to sit between him (on piano) and Brian (on clarinet)--*drool*. It was more of a crush than anything, but lemme tell ya, I really enjoyed it when he'd come to the music store. Once in the summer like right after school let out he was rollerblading by and when he saw me, he stopped and came in for a few minutes. That was far better than a certain, um, unusual young man who had a penchant for blue and had a name that rhymed with Fuss who once came in, and would leave, then would come back, then would leave...all during the busy rental period, mind you. Tuba Nick had multiple classes with that guy, too, so even after Fuss had graduated, he was still there taking Master's classes because, um, it was easier for him to stay in school than attempt to associate with the outside world.
Sorry, I'm sugared up. This was the paczki talking.
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