Weird dreams:
Suzie, a ride, making out.
Kenni, a bake sale, Lucas.
Some kind of train?
I'm going to leave now and play DDR with Cullen.
And continue my rampage.
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
- Lord Alfred Tennyson

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