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<- Sunday, Sept. 04, 2005 | 12:32 a.m. ->





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First football game of the year. The football culture of this place makes me feel a little warm and fuzzy inside - if that makes any sense. I like the solidarity.

Tonight was also the first time I've gotten actually angry in front of anyone at school. I screamed an obscenity - I threw my watter bottle - it was less than pretty. However cute and perky and well adjusted I strive to be all the time, there's a limit. Call me an idiot and a child every day, all day and eventually, I will crack.

Now I feel like a bitch. Story of my life.

After a 2AM conversation: The kid who gave me this quotation (in talking about another friend of ours) doesn't know everything I know, but he knows a lot about a lot. I'm trying to remember the last time I felt this deeply complimented:

"[he] has never complained about you; i think you're one of very few people he likes entirely without any apology. "

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