Total pwnage.

Where was I on December 17th, 2003, on the 100th anniversary of the Wright Brother's first historic flight?

Sittin' in the Hoxworth chair, almost passing out.

I gave blood today and tried to be all tough and whatnot, looking at the needle, the needle in my arm, the blood, the bag, the needle in my arm drawing the blood into the bag- I almost passed out. Maybe it was that, as well as the fact that I only had 2 hours of sleep (I know that's my fault, but ok). Now I'm trying to type with my one dead arm (Hoxworth guy wanted to use my right arm, and I was like, dude, I gotta write with that arm tomorrow. So he said that we'll switch arms next time [Christmas Eve]. Miserable bastards- that's my present-opening arm.). I came home at 1, took off my shoes and went straight to bed. Didn't fight it like last time. My brother woke me up when he got home at 2:30, my dad woke me up when he got home at 4:30. So here I am.

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I got a letter from "Freedom's Answer," the scholarship company I entered to win. They thanked me for entering. I don't think you should be allowed to recieve anything from anybody when you're expecting news unless it's the news itself. It's like getting a letter from a college before you're accepted. Miserable bastards.

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Spaghetti O's and apple juice SO do not go together. Miserable bastards.