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And it keeps falling down
Monday, November 24, 2003
4:13 AM

John leaves tomorrow(today?) morning at 8:30am. It’s snowing and I hope he gets off ok. I miss him already. The great thing about the internet is that Im able to utilize it to keep in touch with people far away. The bad things about using it for that reason is that those people are far away.

Like I said, its snowing again. I hope, like normal, that school is canceled. It never gets old, hoping that.

Im excited for Thanksgiving even though its small this year and at my house. Every other year we trade grandparents. This year its my moms side of the family. We had some (gay) drama with my gay uncle and his lover but it turns out they arent coming this year. Pissed my mom off something horrible. She even called Bill, my uncle, a bitch. I couldnt stop laughing for ages. Seriously. I dont know if you need a gay uncle to understand, but hearing your mom call your uncle a bitch is like priceless. Take my word for it.

Ok, well, the home work I have been putting off is done and I think I will get ready for bed. Some how I think staying up last night until 4:00 in the morning might have messed with my sleeping schedule. Here is to staring at the score board to figure out whos barley winning, I mean come on, its not like weve know our selves that long. Er, sometimes John Mayer slips out. I was going to say staring at the ceiling, but, the lyrics took over. Its called Tracing, its only on his Australian CD single with Bigger Then My Body, you should check it out, or, I will send it to you. It just that good.

Enough. Night!
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