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adawnfalling: I know all too well about high school football-- that's sport de facto here in the Big Sky State and I have a friend who covers "all the action" for a news station. He goes on and on about it, but I rarely care unless my alma mater is mentioned (go figure they win state two years after I graduate). Thanks for posting...if only the others would do the same.

So there I was, sitting on a bench waiting for the bus when my mind was bombarded with memories of my ex. I kind of phased out for a while trying to keep the memories from becoming too vivid, but alas I failed. I wanted to cry right then and there. Self pity? Perhaps. I miss her sometimes, especially when the "good" memories come back like they did today. Sometimes I feel like dying.

And the day wasn't much brighter before the bus stop incident: the girl from my history class didn't show up. That or either she knows I'm interested based on looks alone, and she's sitting somewhere else. The adventures of my life... amazing.

Second half of the day was better than the first, except that I missed my Brunette Gril walking down the hallways because the lecture of Modern Italian History ran longer than expected. Go figure, the only day I have had any gumption to talk to this girl and I'm held up discussing the futurist movement. Blah.

Anywho...there is always Friday.
aTh.