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02.15.05 - 9:53 pm Oh man I just cooked myself up a pretty icky burrito, and I put a lot of hot sauce on it, so now I'm insanely full AND my mouth is on fire. Ahhhh genius. Today was HH Valentine Day. We found out that he: looked really young/not hot in high school, graduated in '97, sang in the GOSPEL CHOIR (!), was some important character in, um, some musical...oh yeah, the guy who sings "I Am 16 Going On 17" in The Sound of Music, has flex in Walmark's room, writes awesome assignments for his freshmen, plays with the Timbers, has 6th period in 117, belonged to Greens Club...what else, Dross? I tried to follow him out during 5th but I somehow lost him. Today was a really, really good HH day. Hmmm, maybe I should find someone my own age. The boyfriend that Dross and I decided that I should have was nixed after Hat saw him in the hall, so I've got to find someone else. Did okay on the Stat test for only studying for only studying for a few minutes in Jenkins/History. Dross and I had an adventure today in TOK. We got bored with the dysfunctional homemade linear accelerator, so we went on an HH quest. He was wearing the cute blue striped polo today. Then we found some senior peeps hackey-sacking on a ledge that I didn't even know existed, so we lounged around outside. Then we decided "Hey! Let's look up HH in the old Lincoln year books!" So we did. Our findings are detailed above. We still need to find his senior year book, for some reason it wasn't in there. Damn ca, '97! Perhaps tomorrow. Went to the Lincoln/Wilson basketball game at Wilson. We rocked them. I think that we were up by more than 30 at one point. Looked for hot Wilson guys but only found Gabe. We (illegally) toured Wilson and I decided that Lincoln is much better. They have no signs! Nothing on the walls! It felt cold and fairly sterile. And ugly. Boo, condoms. Yes, CARDINALS! I have so much to say about some specific things that I am always thinking about but they kind of need their own entries because it'll take a lot of words. WORDS! M./!! Oh man, yes sophomore year in Coles' class. Everything is an inside joke to me. Goodnight, amis.
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