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9:37 a.m. [2003-02-18]

I'm in between classes...for once I can come back to the dorm for a little relaxing. If you'd call it that...

I was awake before my roommate got to the alarm! *cheers wildly* I had this overwelming desire to stay in bed...but the thought of maybe having a test in sociology worried me a little.

The test is next Thursday. Nothing really surprises me anymore, having lost some sense of something or other.

Violin class is cancelled...hey, I got a 96.4% on my first exam in that class. Considering I'm a woodwind player, that's pretty good...

So...just a small little remark. Oh, and...don't rate my damn diary! No numbers, just critism and comments or whatnot. I will never have a 'review page.' People's opinions are different...those scores reflect little of what I am. Heh, but somehow I imagine it funny if I ever did request a review...they'd be horrified over the links that come and go as they please when you flip through the older entries...or how about the Fight Club layout that just will never go away? (it's located somewhere in the deep memory of the diary, pretty funny...I don't have that layout ANYWHERE on the site...yet...there it is...). Well...yea. Don't rate. Learn, comment, bash it, go insane, don't grade. I get enough of that in college.

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