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| So, I've been trying to think of a label that has been given to me at some point in my life for the AP CA essay I have to write. Jessica suggested "stubborn", Nick suggested "Uber-Sexual" (No idea/ comment on that one, guys.) and I also recieved "Elitist". I can't say I was a fan of any of these, so I think I'm going with a label my doctor once gave me.
Being a "Manic-Depressive"
By Robert McCarty
It's kinda funny, when I first got this label, I stormed out of the office shouting "YOU CAN'T JUDGE ME". Interesting how my mind changes about these things. I'm sleepy.
EDIT: Fuck. This medicine I'm taking is causing insomnia, low blood pressure (dizzyness), and quite possibly depression. How do they cram all that shit into a pill for an ear infection? By the way, dizzyness+insomnia=not fun. You're really extra tired and you can't sleep.
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| So I went to a Young Republican Club meeting today.
Some Excerpts:
"When you're Right, how can you be wrong?"
- Young Republican Club t-Shirt idea
Club Member: Yeah, I'm here because in my family, if you're a Democrat, you're pretty much dead.
Wow, sounds like a great family
TJ: So I was thinking that for an activity, we could do some sort of a drive to get the Seniors to register to vote...
Me: Sounds like a good idea
TJ: ...Republican
Me: *Raises hand* Wouldn't it be a better idea to convince them to register to vote, and then allow them to decide who to vote for on their own?
*Silence*
Me: And, you know, educate them on all sides of an issue?
*Silence*
It scared me.
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| Hah! I've been on Xanga for an even 1000 days! I win at life.
Incidentally, I just got The Play B-Sides by Moby and Relationship of Command by At the Drive-In, So I'm gonna go listen to those for a while. Especially the Moby, I like me some techno.
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| So there's this new XBox game which lets you play as the President of the United States.
Of course, the president pilots a GIANT ROBOTIC KILLING MACHINE, and the antagonist is the vice president.
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| I am tired, I am weary, I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams, that would awake me
Different colors, made of tears.
Can anyone teach me to play tennis? I'm making an idiot out of myself in Individual Sports.
Fucking PE requirement.
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