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Life sucks...

Death

Today, I have to write a research paper, and it is going to be the death of me. I use this term very lightly. Before I began writing this paper, I went to see a good friend's dad earlier today. He is in the hospital with cancer. Can I ever use this phrase again?

This man is (I almost wrote was, but that's the wrong verb. Stay optimistic) incredibly strong. He has (dang it) is living an amazing life. He has two wonderful sons and a loving wife. And he has cancer, and it really sucks.

This post is strangely serious, but I had to get out my feelings. When I saw him, I was taken aback. This soccer playing, athletic man has been reduced into an unresponsive body. And it was incredibly tough to see him.

I hate death...

So Yeah, I'm (Really) Awesome...

Also, I just realized that all my posts have parentheses and ellipses at the end...

I Don't Think I Did Very Well. What Did You Get? A 98

I have a giant list of pet peeves and a very small temper. One of those peeves (peeves sounds weird without the pet in front of it) is when people make fun of themselves for compliments. Stop doing this, or I will retaliate.

"I only got a 96 on my test. What did you get?"
"Sorry bitch, but I got a 100. You kind of suck at life. Go sit in the corner and cut yourself with a spork from Taco Bell."

Everyone knows you are just fishing for compliments; just stop it. This rant was triggered by a guy in my trumpet section. He keeps complaining, very annoyingly, about his "inability" to play high notes. We tried to console him (give him the compliments he wants) before we gave up. We then got a new song that has some pretty cool high notes, and he was given them. He complained, and I asked if he wanted to trade parts. He declined... Really!?! You don't get compliments and the cool part; you have to choose one.

To finish on a happy note, I really love chili on cold days...