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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating

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I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?
— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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Saturday, July 7, 2007

Streaming talk yesterday was VERY boring. Gees. I cant even understand why they gave us a talk late at night.
Man, Alot of us skipped dinner okayy. Tskkk. Subjects offered are either SS/Lit + Combine sciences.
Tsskk.
I wannt SS/Lit + Thriple sciences!
Urggggggggh. It's NOT FAIR!
How am i gonna choose between my two favorite subjects?
Urrrggggggggghhhh!
Okay. Enough of streaming talk, or i'll start critisizing the teachers.

Band was okay. Rather good in fact. Had footdrills at the start of the band practice. Hoh. We did it IN the field. TSSKK. & Well, I've found out that i fear drangonfly also.
Okayokay. I fear almost anything that's under the category of 'insects' & you cant blame me..really. There's ALOT of drangonfly darting between our legs when we're doing drills.
Thankgodness none attacked me. I'd have screamed.
=x
Well, the practice went rather well i guess. & Hey. Bryan(Clar.senior) came! Mrlun asked him to conduct us while he's busy doing something. The way he conduct was practically W-O-W!
Okay. You get my point.
Hahs.

Seven night of july was okay.
Solo was terrible.
Screwed up alott.
Mrlun said we came in on time.
Nigel and miaoying 'Yay-ed'.
I didn't.
I was busy freaking out to say yay.

Okayyyyy. I'll start typing in sentences from now onwards. I know it's irriatatingg. Hahaha
But hey. Dont mind me. Insaninty runs in my family okayy. Ooops.

Thankyou for sending me home.

But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay