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  <title>No words. No talk.</title>
  <subtitle>We'll go dreaming...</subtitle>
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    <name>Tad</name>
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  <updated>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</updated>
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    <title>Life in 24 Hours</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Well today was definately eventful. Long ass story:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: realization that I'm not going to prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Kay (boss's wife) finds out that I'm not going and convinces me to go and Abigail too. Says she'll call the school to see if they can get me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Great America woo! So much fun with the gang: Wolfe, Ray, Cyndi, Joe, Heather, Derrick, Nicky, Berch, Michelle, Curtis, and Daryl. Lines were short and weather was nice. At around 1:00 I get a call saying that I got tickets to prom. I'm supposed to get back to the school by 2:40. Can't since Ace train doesn't leave until 3:40. So I do a lot phone calls. Get home at around 5:00. My mom is pissed off because I never tell her anything. My boss called her and told her about prom and my mom's in shock/panic. They get everything filled out and we're supposed to be set. Call Abigail up and ask about details. Call around for limo. Call Abigail back, some guy: what you want, she's my gf, etc. Me: ok... Pull up resources and get her sister and friend to call her, no answer. I decide to bug the hell out of her. Finally she leaves a voice mail: stop calling me, I'm with my bf, don't call anymore, don't call anymore ever. I'm thinking: about time you came out and said it. So then I'm still arguing with my mom about not going to prom. Takes awhile but I finally get it through to her that Abigail is out of the picture, period. So yeah... Now I got 2 tickets and debating about going or not, I got a suit already. Maybe? Probably? I'll decide Saturday, the day of. I had a limo lined up too. And now it's about 6 hours since I got home and everything is resolved. I thought I'd be sad, I thought I' cry, I thought I'd care... I thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day(while walking onto the ACE train): some girl "hey, he's kinda hot" talking about me as I walk up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's everything in life in a matter of little over 15 hours. Life is wonderous.</content>
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