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<title>Zk | Plurrr.</title>
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<h1>Zk | Plurrr.</h1>
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<p>Ah, wednesday of doom. School starts later for me, yet I end up having to get up at the same time since I have to drive from my dad's. Then I must endure Revier for two block periods, interspersed amongst math and IB bio 3,4, and then see him again for closer rehearsal of DEATH, during which Kory and I clung together, leaned on each other, hugged, maybe even snugged. I'm focused on singing, can't you tell? After that, I hurried home, hurried dinner, hurried out, hurried <lj user="breakfastfox"></lj> and <lj user="vulpinepilot"></lj> to group, and proceeded to attach to Moondog. Speaking of attachment to Moondog, it feels like I'm becoming rather attached to Moondog. >.@ I'm also spazzing out 'cause I feel obligated to only feel that way to the stereotypical gayboi. Ah well, I'm a loser that way. I'm concerned about what this might mean to her, since it, well, you know, has to do with her. I fucked myself over by not telling people before, so I'm thinking I should talk with her sometime soonish. I'll probably do it online, 'cause I'm a coward. Kelly says it's obvious that we're completely smitten, and that I should do something about it, but she's vague and confusing. And twisted, too. Illa vita. Moondog herself is kinda being vague about something about interests and perhaps liking a gayboi, but I don't want to assume. Well, I want to, but I mustn't!</p>
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<p>...Yes, of doom</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2004-02-11 22:42:38</p>
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