October 27, 2004
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As many people on my floor can attest, I have a really embarrasing story to tell you all. I'm busy now so I will have to do it later though. Rest assured, it will be extremely censored . . . In fact I don't even think I'm going to tell you any more. It's that bad. Besides, I hold to the theory that anything that happens at 3 in the morning doesn't count.
I highly recommend the song "Don't want to think about you" by Simple Plan:
". . . I don't wanna think about you
Or think about me
Don't wanna figure this out . . ."Great song.
So preference (turn about) is a week from Saturday . . . any suggestions on how to get girls to notice me this week?
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To F--
by: Edgar Allen Poe
Beloved! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path-
(Drear path, alas! where grows
Not even one lonely rose)-
My soul at least a solace hath
In dreams of thee, and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.
And thus thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea-
Some ocean throbbing far and free
With storms- but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.
Edgar Allen Poe
I figure this way you have to read at least one of them
dan? i don't think you have to worry about girls noticing you. at least not based on a) high school and b) what i know of your college life so far. good luck!
If only I were as cool as I was in high school. You see here at BYU I'm just not a novelty anymore. There's lots of people here who are better at being "me" than I am. If that made sense. Maybe I need to go to bed.
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