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Auh, you know what had been no fun? You know what has been zero percent fun? The answer is these past few days. Do you know why? Because I've been sick to my stomach. I have been projectile vomiting like the dinosaur, because of some horrid belly virus. I wish I could have someone to blame. I wish I could blame that filthy fucker who sometimes makes my eggs in the morning. I wish I saw him slip in some shit into my eggs but I was polite about it and didn't say anything, because then I could go down right now and say "you see what you did to me? Look at me! This is what you did to me!" and then take him round an alley and fix him up swell like. Also I'm being pulled in every which direction. In writing the essay, I had to do a project on punk rock. Before I continue, let me name a few places and things I'd rather be in and doing, besides the project on punk rock. I would rather be in a gas chamber. I would rather be in an electric chair. I would rather be eating glass shards. I would rather be stripped naked, laid down on the ground of a rocky dirt road, with a rusty cord tied firmly about the nether-regions and the other end to a car bumper, and then have the car begin to drive at a brisk 8mph. Now that you understand how much I would like to be doing this punk rock project, I will proceed. They keep bothering me about rehearsals, and other happy horse shit, meanwhile I have only a few fuckin lines, meanwhile the rest of them are film students who couldnt act even if I held a magnum to their head and said "Act! Act mutha fucka Act!" With all this going on, I have a bunch of things I have to memorize for studio, things I would rather be memorizing than the punk rock project, but hey, problem is the sickness has fucked with my brain so much that I can't much remember my name, let alone Othello. I am eating at a wicked cool place with my dad tonight, which should be wicked amazing but for the fact that my belly will be saying "hey, what's this? Fried Banana? I'll give him the lesson, how about a fat slice of NAUSIAAAAAA" but the banana will be so good I will keep eating it, partially out of spite of my belly. Well, I think I am going to go buy some of that pink bubble gum medicine, I forget what it's called. Maybe some nice soup which I will eat COOOOLLLLD.