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So last Friday night through Saturday morning, I was violently ill (and not in the Rage virus sense.) I haven't thrown up since my sophomore year of high school, when I ran two miles right after drinking 32oz. of GatorAde, and yeah, not fun.
It made me realize that this is just a continuation of my tendency to do things at home that I should, stereotypically, be doing at college. Not that I threw up as a result of drinking (it was actually food poisoning,) but still.
Also, this inspires me to do more physical things this summer! Fall of rocks and get cuts, crap like that. I bought a bottle of rubbing alcohol before heading off to school last summer, and I wound up using the stupid thing more for cleaning than for putting on cuts.
End of Transmission!
It made me realize that this is just a continuation of my tendency to do things at home that I should, stereotypically, be doing at college. Not that I threw up as a result of drinking (it was actually food poisoning,) but still.
Also, this inspires me to do more physical things this summer! Fall of rocks and get cuts, crap like that. I bought a bottle of rubbing alcohol before heading off to school last summer, and I wound up using the stupid thing more for cleaning than for putting on cuts.
End of Transmission!