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2004-07-27 - 12:20 a.m. the pub crawl was an utter success, ending with jeremy, nathan, and i singing "sweet home alabama" at the top of our lungs. and now, tomorrow is the day of our long-awaited catering picnic. i hate planning these things. you never realize how much shit you have to do until the day before. i actually had to make a list. that's right, a list. i am not a list person. i remember to look through my binders and find the assignments and when they are due scratched somewhere in my notes. i go grocery shopping when i need to...generally sans list. i don't write down my work schedule. i will get there when i get there. i am not a fucking list person. therefore this is stressing me out a bit. i mean, we don't even have the kickball for the kickball game. what in the world am i going to do?
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