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    Who has time to give up?

    Wave 260

    Saturday

    The 17th of May, 2003 at 09:15 PM

    I don't have time to give up. None whatsoever. I will accomplish 1/2 of my goal before the night is over... and that will be 100 poems. I'm at 97 right now... but I only have one line left to make a 98. That leaves me with two more to finish tonight. And my head has been up in the sky lately, instead of down to earth... please don't be a sicko. Anyways... yeah. Don't think i will conquer Max 300 tonight, but I will get 100. I swear by God I will.

    Overall the day has been quite dreary. With my o chem exam, working in the morning, working in the evening, and then having no way to spend my time afterwards... quite a boring day if you ask me. I feel so wrong, like its the last day of school for me, but I don't feel happy. The only one around me enough to make that potential happiness rub off is Justin because he also is done with school. Whatever the case, the end of school just isn't what is used to be.

    That leaves me to the next three and half months of my life. Work, work, work. In order to maintain my pension plan I have to get lots of hours this summer. I really dont know what I'm at now... but im figuring it will be 40 hour weeks whenever I'm home. I will be so dead alive during the summer I think someone should just shoot me. The next two weeks are pretty well planned. With working with my dad on the house the next week, and hopefully my grandpa's house, to going on our almost annual mille lacs trip, to home again to work and witness buffy's final hour... my life is pretty much drawn out with keyboard characters. Well, if I ever want to accomplish my goals I need to start, so off to bed i go, gnight all...

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