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i miss gus. and friends. that's really all. and i'm sick. and i went to tufts. tufts of hair. granpa's ear hair from family guy. that name is just too much, i don't know if i could handle going there. ditto to skidmore. oh well i geuss i just won't go to college. i wish i didn't have to go to spain i'm scared. what if... everything goes wrong??? right now, because someone told me it was dry, i have this vision of salamanca being a grey and orange wasteland, where i'll be the fattest person there, because i think of spanish women as synonymous with the french, thanks to ms. sacristan. "sigh." i'm gonna go sleep for twelve hours again adios.