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:: Friday, January 09, 2004 ::

And it's been a while...

I wandered the halls of some place.
I passed by a room of girls singing a song...
...a song about me...

Indeed it was odd.
For once in marching band, or anywhere, people liked me.
They liked me for who I was.
...well, that, and my hair also had highlights. Think of the yellow
highlighter color and imagine a gradient of that bright yellow to black, from the back
to the front of my head.

I apparently had fan girls because of who I was.
...who decided to make a song about me...

I couldn't feel more happy; making friends
and actually having them appericate me for once.

I talked to them for a bit.
Then I somehow wandered outside and there was the granada school quad area.
I sat down with a couple people I knew in this 4 person circle thing.

Then I somehow fell asleep; dreaming inside a dream...

...and thus I will conclude this story.
All I will say is that the dream in a dream involved more people from the granada band
and some old friends I hadn't seen for a long while.

Back to reality....alone....but peaceful....but melancholy....I don't know anymore....
:: Kevin 8:00 AM [+] ::
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