1.11.2003
 
It felt like a RENT kind of night. A prance - up - and - down - the - stairs - singing - "Take Me Out Tonight" kind of night.

Tried condensing three weeks worth of practice on the piano to one day's work. Didn't happen. Crap.

Finals are tomorrow. I don't know whether to be happy or disappointed that I'll only have to study for two of them.

"Everywhere I turn, there's a little bit that is still there."

I hate fantasizing with a passion. It serves my needs no more.

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