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operation: smooth jazz = a complete success.
i need warm. everything.
mornings, afternoons, and evenings too.
i need to write maggie and daniel a letter.
play needs to come together.
i sort of need ursuline to stop.
*last night i had a dream that the band was on a field trip to the ursuline motherhouse with all the nuns and nick and i decided to break policy and jump in the swimming pool while everyone else was at the continental breakfast. all the parents were trying really hard to figure out who did it but they never suspected nick and i who were all wet and wearing swimming trunks. the only person who knew the truth was my deceased kindergarten teacher: sister gabriel. she chased me out into the field behind mark's old neighborhood at which point i was transformed into an incarnation of dorothy gale with long curly red hair. we were running at toute vitesse through the grass and sister kept screaming at me: "i'm telling you to stop! stop!" but i kept screaming back "but you always taught me to fly!" then i jumped into the sky above canfield and left her in my dust.
weird.
but i'm pretty sure it's because colleen and i watched pocahontas before we went to bed last night.
we kept making jokes about chief powahatan and how he in reality graduated from ursuline high school in 1970 with john v.
oh, february.
i need warm. everything.
mornings, afternoons, and evenings too.
i need to write maggie and daniel a letter.
play needs to come together.
i sort of need ursuline to stop.
*last night i had a dream that the band was on a field trip to the ursuline motherhouse with all the nuns and nick and i decided to break policy and jump in the swimming pool while everyone else was at the continental breakfast. all the parents were trying really hard to figure out who did it but they never suspected nick and i who were all wet and wearing swimming trunks. the only person who knew the truth was my deceased kindergarten teacher: sister gabriel. she chased me out into the field behind mark's old neighborhood at which point i was transformed into an incarnation of dorothy gale with long curly red hair. we were running at toute vitesse through the grass and sister kept screaming at me: "i'm telling you to stop! stop!" but i kept screaming back "but you always taught me to fly!" then i jumped into the sky above canfield and left her in my dust.
weird.
but i'm pretty sure it's because colleen and i watched pocahontas before we went to bed last night.
we kept making jokes about chief powahatan and how he in reality graduated from ursuline high school in 1970 with john v.
oh, february.