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Sunday, June 15, 2003
woot. 2 1/2 months of blissful, sun-filled freedom. and im sick as a dog. graduation went well, for the most part. between big john etherington's stripping down, or the uncalled-for mic failures i didnt know whether to be offended or grieved. we sang the national anthem for the last time. i mouthed my way through most of it since i dont really have much of a voice. the last day of school was far more interesting than last year to say the least. its not every day i see a swastika ablaze on the choir room linoleum. nothing like the reeking of lighter fluid and cheap cologne to start the day off nicely. the choir rehearsal was useless. we were there for a bit over an hour for a 30 second sound check, and the mics sucked at the actual thing anyway. went to rick's house. knocked a wasp nest off the garage and observed as glen and rick lit it on fire with lighters and some help from our friend, tanning oil. i went to kim's goodbye party. i felt bad because about 6 people showed from the 40 she invited. it ended up well, though, since we just all went to the mormon dance. they arent as painful as they used to be, since now i dont have to endure as many awkward slow dances with guys ill never care to see again. rebecca and kim are leaving for college on wednesday. sad news. im really gonna miss em'. i think im more depressed about the fact that i still have two more years of high school, though. history reading = death. i am now quite convinced that history is a horrible plague that will slowly take over me until i can no longer function past murmuring the names of national presidents and occasionally drooling. i was so bored today i did pushups. pushups in my room to techno music i hadnt listened to for at least 2 years. it was like being on some crazy acid trip, just without the hallucinations. i noticed that the people that protest against Nike for using small Bangladeshi child labor to make footwear still wear shoes themselves. if they really wanted to make a point they would follow suit of the children and march around barefoot in warehouses until their feet bled. actually, that wouldnt make a point, but i would find it amusing. yesterday meetra, jana and kim came into my house to pick me up to go to the dance. they immediately asked about the hole in the wall and the massive wallpaper of a rushing river in my living room. i didnt mind, except for the excitement in their voices like children at a carnival. yes, kiddies, welcome to white trash land. on your left youll see the confederate flag and if youll look through the window on your right, youll see the broken down trailor in the yard. and yes, it sure looks like crabgrass season. why is it that when youre tired you want to do something active. i havent played tetherball in ages. something that shouldnt have been invented but was anyway just to mock me: mango sherbet. oh god, take me now.
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