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first and foremost , kudos to all of us for getting our ib diplomas. i didn't think that i cared that much until i got it, and then i was overwhelmed with joy.
speaking of which, another joyous occasion which happend today was that i bought the best of the b52's. upon navigating the cd on the way home from town center, i came to the realization that they are a vintage version of of montreal, in the sense that they both play electronicy dance songs about nothing.
while ate the mall, i went to the gap and bought a jacket and a pair of jeans for $30. when i got back home i told my mom and she said "are you excited??" i just don't think i'll ever get that excited about pants.
my pinky finger looks like frankenstein...'s finger. it doesnt really hurt though, but my dad had eva convinced for a while that they would have to amputate it.
finally, my dad made (or was in the process of making) reservations for the ichetucknee today. last i heard he was arguing with the guy to give us a more wooded spot...so if jeff has his way we'll really be ruffing it. thinking about campsites made me realize my favorite thing about them...campground showers. they are so fun/disgusting. brittany, we're going on saturday, so if you shower on wednseday you should be ok (at least by your standards).
here is something to wet our whistles (so to speak)
to say that i am excited would be a vaster understatement than saying that if i read one more fact about socialism in checkoslovokia in 1968 that i will tear my eyes out (which i will)
speaking of which, another joyous occasion which happend today was that i bought the best of the b52's. upon navigating the cd on the way home from town center, i came to the realization that they are a vintage version of of montreal, in the sense that they both play electronicy dance songs about nothing.
while ate the mall, i went to the gap and bought a jacket and a pair of jeans for $30. when i got back home i told my mom and she said "are you excited??" i just don't think i'll ever get that excited about pants.
my pinky finger looks like frankenstein...'s finger. it doesnt really hurt though, but my dad had eva convinced for a while that they would have to amputate it.
finally, my dad made (or was in the process of making) reservations for the ichetucknee today. last i heard he was arguing with the guy to give us a more wooded spot...so if jeff has his way we'll really be ruffing it. thinking about campsites made me realize my favorite thing about them...campground showers. they are so fun/disgusting. brittany, we're going on saturday, so if you shower on wednseday you should be ok (at least by your standards).
here is something to wet our whistles (so to speak)
to say that i am excited would be a vaster understatement than saying that if i read one more fact about socialism in checkoslovokia in 1968 that i will tear my eyes out (which i will)