I have always enjoyed politics. When I turned five, I asked my dad why Republicans and Democrats hated each other, and I positively stumped him. In a moment of childhood brilliance, I deducted that the two-party system was destroying America. "It's SILLY!" I proclaimed. Now, almost 12 and a half years later, I hold firmly to that belief. This is
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I just wrote a really horrible essay, and it has no flow at all or anything, so I would appreciate some feedback from it. I mean, actual feedback, no just, "Oh man, that sucks!" or "Oh, I really liked it!" So I'm going to post it
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This is the first time I've had access to the internet this entire trip. Yesterday sucked, but the rest of the trip has been awesome. THere's this place that sells twenty shots of absinthe for ten dollars, and I haven't actually gotten any, but I definitely will remember where it is for next time I come here (hopefully this summer with Lily). No
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Man, I feel really bad for the people who have actually been working hard for months on Senior Exit, because they're getting the same grades the rest of us are getting. Oh WAIT! There ARE none of those people! Seriously, the senior class this year is so slack. It's the way I like it.
So I keep getting full and eventually throwing up after eating pathetic meals consisting of like, an apple or something. And the really bad part of this? I mean, aside from the nausea and throwing up and everything tasting funny and the fact that my throat is constantly burning from the bile and stomach acid coming up? Well, my medecine that I just
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I just had two of the huge bottles of pellegrino, and then I couldn't stop burping, so I opened ANOTHER bottle to add bitters to, and I drank about two cups of that very quickly before remembering that that was the cure for HICCOUGHS, not burping, and now I'm burping even more! Ugh.
Well, that did nothing to make me feel better. We aren't even making the playoffs this year. I0m pretty sure this was the deciding game, but no one wants to talk about it in my family, we just pretend it didn't happen.
I am home!!!! Last night I went to Ben's for like not even two hours, and we made horrible tapioca pudding with Jamie. I halfway tackled Jamie for no good reason, and I'm a little disappointed that I didn't actually tackle him the whole way. I have some sort of stomach flu or something I think, because I keep throwing up and stuff. Ugh.