Thanksgiving Break

So like on thanksgiving I ate some turkey and stuff. My mom cooked all of it. There was turkey, stuffing, spinach, carrots, mashed potatoes, gravy, apple pie, pumpkin pie, cranberry sauce, and cinnamon apples. I ate a hefty amount of each then I took a nap and woke up and ate some of the leftovers then I took another nap and watched tv. The end.

Snow Black and the Seven Horsemen of Destruction

Once upon a time there was an evil investment banker named snow black. Snow Black was a menace to society who took all the money from her investors then decapitated them and mounted their heads on her wall. Then she would cut off their hands and use them as projectiles to high-five people from long distances. The queen grew concerned because Snow Black killed many of her subjects, so she hired a professional bounty hunter to kill and/or mortally wound her. However, Snow Black lured the hunter with promises of quarterly 7% gains and an aggressive investment portfolio and killed him. The queen was furious, because she had paid the hunter in advance. "Mirror mirror on the wall, lets murder these punks." said the queen, and the two of them stormed into Snow Black's manor. Their charge was rudely interrupted by an evil horseman. "I am Evil, the evil horseman of evil!" said Evil. "Look upon my horse, ye freaks, and despair!" The queen popped him with her .38 and she and the mirror ran into the next room, where they encountered another horseman. "My name is Doom, horseman of inevitable demise!" said Doom. "Hello horseman." said the queen. "Nice to meet you. I am - your hearseman!" and she smashed him in the knee with the mirror. Doom crumpled to the ground. The queen picked him up by the shoulders, and, dodging his left hook, kneed him in the stomach and sent him sprawling. Then she ripped off his legs and started kicking him with them and killed him. "There's an intruder in the house!" exclaimed Anger, a horseman who happened to be passing by. "No, but there's an intruder - in your face!" retorted and queen and she clapped Anger on the ears with Doom's legs, dazing him, and slugged him in the face and before he regained his senses. Then she caught him as he fell and scissored him in the ribs. Upon hearing Anger's alarm, the remaining four horsemen ran to the scene from upstairs. Their names were Malice, Famine, Bloodlust, and Zachary Perrault. Famine yelled a war cry and charged at the queen. "If you're so famished, why not have a sandwich?" said the queen. "A knuckle sandwich!" and she ducked under his swing and served the knuckle sandwich she promised him to his face. Then she jumped back to avoid his sweep kick and threw the mirror at him. While Famine was distracted with how shiny it was the queen ran up to him and ripped him in half, then dropped-kicked his torso at Zachary Perrault, who has no upper body strength and was knocked unconscious immediately. Then Bloodlust and Malice charged her together. The queen bashed their heads together then ripped their heads off and juggled them, and fed them to her mirror. Then she stormed into the final chamber, where Snow Black was waiting. The queen wasted no time - she ran right up to Snow Black and elbowed her in the face and punched her in the gut, then slingshotted off of a nearby jumbo rubber band and sent Snow Black sprawling. "Can't we settle this in court?" reasoned Snow Black. So the two of them went to the local park basketball court. The queen checked the ball to Snow Black, then rushed her and took possession. She dribbled over to Snow Black's side of the court and dunked on her. Then she picked up Snow Black and dunked her too. "Kobe who?" said the queen. Then she turned Snow Black in to the authorities, where she pleaded to 11 felonies including securities fraud, mail fraud, money laundering, wire fraud, grand larceny, theft, and wearing red shoes with blue socks.

Shreck

Exagguration - The way that Princess Fiona fights is insanley intense and pokes fun at fight scenes from movies like "The Matrix"

Incongruity - The French accent of Robin Hood is out of place with the setting

Reversal - Princess Fiona Saves Shreck from Robin Hood instead of Robin Hood saving Princess Fiona from Shreck

Parody - The dance routine of the merry men is an example of parody

Veterans

     I talked to many interesting veterns today. Most of them were really old so I had to lean in to hear them. I tried to pick people to listen too who looked like they talked a whole bunch because some veterans stand there and wait for you to ask them questions, and a lot of times i don't know what to ask, but others, especially the old ones, explain and tell stories about their experiences, and i enjoy listening to the latter breed of veteran more. one of the guys I talked to was a bombadier in WWII and I thought it was funny that he held the same position Yossarian did in Catch-22. This particular veteran talked a lot about how his plane worked and how German antiaircraft missles worked and other interesting stuff like that.
     I also talked to another old guy who was trained in horse warfare and stuff, and as soon as he arrived in europe he was sent to Japan to fight the war there but the atomic bombs dropped so he didn't have to fight there either, anyways he was really grateful about the atomic bombs and he said that if they hadn't been dropped, he probably wouldn't have survived.
     The last guy I talked to wan't that old. he was the navy seal guy. he talked a litte bit about his deployment and stuff but pretty much everyone there wanted to hear about his training. He explained that they had to swim for seven miles with his arms and his feet bound and eat shells on the ocean floor or something every day for 6 months, and it sounded really intense. The thing was that as he explained how greuling his training was, he said it kind of nonchalantly, not like he was complaining, but also not like he was bragging about having went through it, more like he was simply enjoying the act of explaining.
    Anyways, good job vets, way to go.

I want me some wife

1. I believe that the thesis is implied, and that it is "I want a wife who will do everything."

2. By repeatedly stating "I want a wife" the author is showing to the reader the vast multitude of things that wives do.

3. The author means wife not as "A female who is married" but as "A person who makes sacrefices for my convenience." If she does get a "wife," he will obviously be male.

4. The author is suing satire to show how much stuff wives do and how no person like what most husbands expect can really exist.

5. The author defines "wife" in the many acts that she sarcastically expects wives to do. She wants her readers to be outraged at how everything that is expected of wives by society.

Ima work on the following later:

6. To Brady:
    I want a wife too.
-Mas

7. I want a dog who will hug me everytime I get home. I want a dog who will not complain when I forget to feed it and just take the hunger like a man. I want a dog who will never get dirty and wash itself every night. I want a dog who his toilet-trained.I want a dog who will mow my lawn for me. I want a dog who will work as a newspaper delivery dog to get money to pay for its own food. My god, who wouldn't want a dog?

Scary Story

I've seen many scary things in my life: zombie, vampires, Saw III, Justin Beiber. However, the sacriest experience I've ever had was defintely the time I had to single-handedly fight off a werewolf apocalypse, back in june of '08. I was peacfully eating apple pie in my lovley home when I heard a tapping on my chamber door. "I must be some visitor." I muttered to myself. I went to open the door but all there was was a ghoulish gust of wind. As I went back to my room and sat in my chair, I heard another tapping at my window lattice. I opened the window and a giant bird flew in and clawed at my face. "The early bird gets the - die!" I said and ripped the bird in half and ate it. The slimy blood of the dead bird tasted good, but not as good as other foods, such as corn or maize. Suddenly, the ghost of the dead bird came back and haunted me. I punched it in the face and killed it again, but it came back and haunted me again. No matter how many times I slugged it, it wouldn't stay dead for very long.Then, my gaze was suddenly attracted towards my calender. An ominous whooshing noise filled the air, and the numbers changed from 6/13/08 to 8/31/06 - Halloween. "Treatchery! Whichcraft!" I cried. Suddenly, a werewolf army came crashing through my wall. "We come in piece." Said the head werewolf. "But you come in - pieces!." And he ripped me in half, lengthwise. I looked at my other half and it smiled at me. I didn't want to be impolite so I smiled back. Then, the two of us shanked the head werewolf to death. "You killed casper!" yelled the other werewolves. "But I did not shoot the deputy." I retorted, and picked up a gourd and threw it at the werewolves. While they were distracted with the intricate, black and purple patterns on the gourd, I used my power of swag to reattach myself. Then, I got out my trustyswiss army knife and cut the skin off the werewolf I killed and wore his skin so that the other werewolves couldn't recognize me. As the werewolves went back to their hotel room, I came with them and tried not to act suspicious. Then, once we were back at the hotel, I got in the elevator to get down one level since I was hungry and room service wasn't answering for some reason. Suddenly, the doors of the elevator slammed shut. The light got darker, and blood starting dripping down the walls. An eerie voice filled the air. "I am Pumking, lord of the creepy jeepies. I am here to kill you, becuase you carved up my brother for haloween last night." "I didn't carve him up! He ended his own life because his girlfriend left him and he was layed off from Wendy's." I said. "Well this is ackward." Pumpking replied. "Hey wanna hang out sometime?" I asked. "Sure." he said. Then I killed him and ate him.

The End

Jail House Rock

1. "I came across your recent statement calling my present activities 'unwise and untimely.' Seldom do I pause to answer criticism of my work and ideas."

The King is setting the stage to respond to his critics.

2. "You deplore the demonstrations taking place in Birmingham. But your statement, I am sorry to say, fails to express a similar concern for the conditions that brought about the demonstrations.:

The King states that the clergy view demonstration as a bad thing, and reponds with his own view that the reasons for demontration are worse. The King then goes on to describe the steps of nonviolent demonstration.

3. "You may well ask: 'Why direct action? Why sit ins, marches and so forth? Isn't negotiation a better path?'...  Nonviolent direct action seeks to create such a crisis and foster such a tension that a community which has constantly refused to negotiate is forced to confront the issue."

The King is addressing questions that could theoretically be asked in order to strengthen his argument.

4. "Some have asked: 'Why didn't you give the new city administration time to act?" The only answer I can give to this query is that the new Birmingham administration must be prodded about as much as the outgoing one, before it will act."

The King is address a question that is commonly asked about his arguements. The King does not enumerate one specific speaker because the question is a common one. By addressing this type of question, the King is once again strengthening his arguement.

5. "One may well ask: 'How can you advocate breaking some laws and obeying others?' The answer lies in the fact that there are two types of laws: just and unjust."

The King knows that some of his arguements can seem contradictory, such as breaking laws to pressure government officials while also advocating folling of other laws such as the 1954 Surpreme Court decision outlawing segregation. The King adresses this contradiction in "They say / I say" form with a theoretical "they," to keep this arguements strong.

6. "In your statement you assert that our actions, even though peaceful, must be condemned because they precipitate violence. But is this a logical assertion? Isn't this like condemning a robbed man because his possession of money precipitated the evil act of robbery?"

The King states the a belief of the clergymen that condemns domonstrations and uses Reductio ad Absurdum to strengthen his own dissenting belief.

7. "It is true that the police have exercised a degreee of disipline in handling the demonstrators. In this sense they have conducted themselves rather 'nonviolently' in public. But for what purpose? To preserve the evil system of segregation."

The King uses an "implied" they say / I say maneuver. The implied "they say" is the question "Isn't the government ustified because the the nonviolent and disiplined actions of its police force?" The King adresses this throectical implied question without specifically stating it.

Exercise 2

In the introduction to "They Say / I Say": The Moves that Matter in Academic Writing, Gerald Graff and Cathy Birkenstein provide templates designed to aid people in mastering the basics of writing. Specifically, Graff and Birkenstein argue that the types of writing templates they offer will lay a foundation that aspiring writers can build upon. As the authors themselves put it, "invites you to become a certain type of person: a critical, intellectual thinker who, instead of sitting passively on the sidelines, can participate in the debates and conversations of your world in an active and empowered way."
Although some people believe that templates stifle creativity, Graff and Birkenstein insist that templates will make a writer more creative, not less, because mastering the basics of writing will open the doors to more creative expression. In sum, their view is that writing templates are a very effective way for the learning writer to formulate original content.
I agree. In my view, the types of templates that the authors recommend are important and effective. For instance, this essay, which is brimming with raw, untamed swag, was created with the use of these templates. In addition, the blog entry below this one, which is also brimming with raw, untamed swag, was also created with the use of a template. Some might object, of course, on the grounds that using templates is plagiarism, no matter how swaggaliquious the result turns out to be. Yet I would argue that no one person can own a conventional formula, and people like this do not recognize the difference between plagiarism and legitimate use. Also, these people underestimate the value of an essay that is brimming with raw, untamed swaggaliquiousness. Overall, then, I believe that the use of templets is a great way to encourage creative writing - an important point to make given that many people have swagless essays due to a lack of an understanding of the basics of writing.

Exercise 1 - Irradiated food (If I can't do it for my essay I'll do it here)

When many people think of nuclear radiation, they think of nuclear plants and chernobyl and people in HAZMAT suits and mutated lizards with six heads. They see radiation like poison, something that is better off far, far away. Similarly, they see objects that have been exposed to radiation as evil speaders of disease and cancer. However, radiation is not the malignant villain that most people percieve it as. On the contrary, radiation can be controlled very easily and objects that have been exposed to controlled doses of radiation are perfectly safe to be around. For the truth is, radiation can be effectivley utilized to safely and cheaply sterylize foods, wiping out any possible strains of salmonella or strains of maligant E. Coli. In fact, irratiadtion of food can even save lives. In this essay, then, closley examining the process of the irradiation of food will show that radiation is a safe and effective option to sterylize food.

This They Believe

Be cool to the pizza man response:
I think that the topic is pretty interesting but the author kind of exaggurates the pizza man's importance a little bit, since there are other people who share qualities with the pizza man but do not get the same recognition, such as the mail man, the milk man, and Conan O'Brien. Focusing on pizza men makes these other guys seem left out. Also, it makes the reader hungry.

Didn't wash his car response:
I like how the author uses the not washing his car to attract attentions and surprise readers in the first paragraph, and then goes on to explain his philosophy about filling his life with only things worth doing. I greatly enjoyed reading this essay.

An Ideal of Service to our Fellow Man response:
A lot of people have said that Eienstein was ahead of his time. I think this article is almost proof of that. Eienstein forsaw how important education was, and how important the individual was, and leading economists and other people who analyze this stuff for a living are saying the same thing today.

The Saga of Horatio - Part II

"Sir! Sir! We've got a problem!" the page yelled, running down the hallway. 'Talk." said Horatio. "Remember that Gorilla from t.v. that could ask for pickles using sign language?" asked the page. "Were they dill or sweet pickles?" asked Horatio. "Dill." replied the page. "Anyways, he's been kidnapped!" he added. "What a sour fate!" lamented Horatio. "His kidnappers are the evil chicken lord Fowl Play, and his evil sidekick, Bad Egg! And they say that they will kill the Gorilla unless they are given one metric ton of silver!" said the page. "And let me guess - you need sterling hero to save the day?" asked Horatio. "Challenge accepted!"
Horatio arrived at Fowl Play's evil underwater chicken coop fortress. The base was heavily guarded so Horatio activated stealth mode. However, some evil henchmen still spotted him because of their anti-stealth-o-matic-sonar-detector. "Halt!" they yelled. "What is your intention!" "Oh, I'm just passing by." replied Horatio. "Or should I say - passing DIE!" and he whipped out his bronco blaster and schooled them. However, this commotion caused him to be spotted by an evil underwater submarine blaster sled. The blaster chased Horatio for a while, until Horatio crashed into a contrete wall. "Dam!" he exclaimed.So Horatio got out his second bronco blaster and activated dual wield and fried the evil submarine."I guess now, you're an evil underwater submarine blaster DEAD!" he said. Then he activated beast mode and stormed into Fowl Play's evil underwater chicken coop. "Get Down!" Yelled some henchmen in alarm, as Horatio came crashing through the wall. "No, get DROWN!" retorted Horatio, as water came gushing into the evil chicken coop and suffocated the lungs of the henchmen. The water flowed in, and flooded and sinked the entire coop. "Fowl Play was prepared, but not prepared enough." said Horatio. "He had everything in his evil chicken coop - except for the kitchen SINK!" Horatio then spotted Fowl Play's evil escape capsule getting away. Fowl Play and Bad Egg jeered at him from the rear escape-capsule window. "Birds of a feather - DIE TOGETHER" said Horatio and he blasted the escape capsule with his bronco blaster and schooled it.

Horse

A horse is a horse, of course, but some horses are extraordinary. Horatio was one of those horses. By day, a fiercely competitive racetrack favorite, and by night, as the mysterious superhero spy, Super Avenging Steed Enigma Turbo Omega. One day Horatio was sent on a mission in Milan to investigate an evil arms dealer named Delia Armstrong. After a wild day of partying with young fillies, Horatio decided it was time to infiltrate Delia Armstrong's base. Horatio went in posing as a mail deliverer horse. The large, imposing, steel front door was heavily guarded by a large, burly man from 1800-Dial-a-henchman. "Halt! What is your intention?" the henchman ased Horatio. "I'm delivering some letters for you." said Horatio. "And those letters are D, I and E!" and Horatio bashed in the henchman's face in with his repeated hoof blows and killed him. He then used the henchman's card key to open the steel door. Some henchmen spotted Horatio as he entered the compound. "Hey you! How did you get in here!" they demanded of him. "I walked in through the front." replied Horatio. "Of your FACE!" and he threw the other henchmen's card key at them, disorienting them, he then took out his handy dandy bronco blaster, and blasted the henchmen away. He then cut off their skin and wore their skin as a disguise and used it to sneak into Delia Armstrong's office. "Do you have an appointment?' Delia asked him. "No, but you have an appointment." said Horatio. "With my hoof!" and Horatio clocked her in the forhead and ripped her head off and ate it. But something was wrong - her head wasn't chewey enough. He looked down and realized that she was really a robot!. Suddenly the doors locked, and the floor gave way to shark-infested waters. Horatio clung to the wall for dear life. A sinister voice started breaking into malicious laughter. "Muhahahahahaha! The mighty Super Avenging Steed Enigma Turbo Omega has fallen into my trap!" said the sinister voice. "Night Mare! The evil Horse Supervillian, the Scourge of Stallions, the Fowlest of Foals!" exclaimed Horatio with illuminating realization. "Alas, we meet again!" replied Night Mare. "And this time I have you trapped. What are you going to do, run to your mama?" inquired Night Mare evilly. "Mama said knock you out!" cried Horatio, and he activated his powers of mega-horse super-flight and flew over to Night Mare and ripped him in half. "Another job well done." said Horatio.

Water

The small light of the tiny light turning on and blinking pierced the darkness of the room like a spear through the heart. The beeping that accompanied it pierced the silence was equally startaling. But any feeling of shock we had was slowly replaced with a feeling of dread, for we knew exactly what the small light signified. I looked up at my partner, and nodded. He looked back at me sternly. We were ready to move in for the kill.
I was terrified of what was to come, but also excited. I was eagar to get my revenge on the terrible monster who destroyed my village, the mightly Thallassus. I was also scared, we were miles under the sea, miles from the air we breath, with nothing to protect us except our steel can of a submarine. I took a deep breath. My partner looked at me as if to say, "Well, this is it." He left to man his post at the port gunning station, and I left for the startboard one. For hours I stared through my glass viewing panel towards the empty, black expanse of sea in from of me. I could still hear the beeping of the radar in the other room, for the rest of the submarine was unmoving and deadly silent. I focused intently on the small, repetitive beeping. You could cut the tenison with a knife. The beeping started speeding up a little. The dreaded monster was coming up in front of us, we could almost see it! I took another deep breath. And then... "False alarm." My partner said from the other gunning station. "Its some kind of scouting ship. What is it doing in these dangerous waters anyways?" Suddenly there was a deafaning roar behind us, so loud where it had been so quiet. The roar was filled with inhuman ferocity and anger. We had been drawn into a trap! My partner and I swiveled as fast as we could, and there it was, Thalassus, the anicent sea abomination. It was so large, most of it was obscured by the black sea. I started blasting it with high-powed rapid gunfire. With an inhumanly quick swipe, the monster ripped off my partner's gunning station from our submarine. My partner, knowing his doom, primed all the missles in his gunning station. I pressed a button and separated my gunning station from the rest of the sub so that the water wouldnt fill in and drown me. The beast turned his sights on me, but suddenly, my partner's missles exploded, stunning it. Then I blasted it with mah lazer and schooled it.

Chair

"...And that is why securites maganement implementation is an integral paradigm to this company's internal occupation institutionalized matters, which may or may not be curcumvented by..." said Blair, the chairman of our company meeting. He droned on, and although some people were listening, no one understood. Personally, I was more focused on Blair's hair, which was nonexistent. I wondered if it was true that all bald people droned, or if it was true that all people who droned were bald. I held with the latter belief, I just have a flair for that kind of thing. Suddenly, without warning, the droning stopped! Me and several others snapped back to reality, and looked around the room alertly to try to see what was going on. After 5 long hours, perhaps Blair had finally ajourned the meeting! Relief was in the air.But that was only partially true. In fact, a bear had broken into the meeting room and had eaten off Blair's head. His blood spewed all over the place from his neck stump, like something out of a nightmare. All we could do was stare. The bear said something about Blair starting too many forest fires and left to return to his lair. He left Blair's body, mangled and teared on the floor in a pool of blood. It was eerie looking at his corpse lying there, next to his splintered chair, which was in need of repair. Well, at least the the meeting was over, although we did all have quite a scare.

ten abilities

-Good work ethic: not really, but I'm so incredibly good at procrastinating that everyone thinks I have one.
-Strong calculative ability: Good at math, good at estimation, that kind of thing. I am confident that I possess this ability.
-Good at showing off / bragging: I don't often brag, but when I do, I do it in creative ways. The most pratical use for this skill is to apply it as trash talking in volleyball games.
-Musical ability: I can play the paino. Sometimes I play a tune on the ivories just to relax.
-Frugility: I am frugal with my benjamins.
-Creativity: I read somewhere that creative people tend to be selfish and lazy. I think that I am a living example of this.
-Caluclator skills: I am what you might call a TI-84 savant. My calculator has the latest OS and memory systems and its loaded with juicy programs that I made myself in study hall last year.
-Gangsta Swag: I am up-to-date with all of the latest style and slang.
-Vocabulary: I am the only person I've met so fat who uses the word "Sycophant." Plus, I make an effort to not end my sentences in prepositions.
-Heat tolerance: summer scorchers barely affect me, but cold winters really get to me.

Helen Keller narrative responce.

Helen Keller's narrative was a good example of how somebody can let his or her true self shine regardless of any obstacles. For Helen Keller, communitcating was a difficult feat and understanding was even harder. However, with the help of her excellent teacher she was able to overcome her disability. I think that Helen's story can inspire us all to be all that we can be no matter what is up against us.

Who is Mas Dijkstra? Part II

Who is Mas Dijkstra?
This isn't the first time I've been asked this, and yet I have no good answer off the top of my head. The same probably applies to most other people, at least I hope. I don't want to get into a whole David Copperfield-like autobiography about myself.

Not unlike the average American teenager, I spend most of my free time on the internet or doing something with my friends. I don't hate school but I always look forward to the weekends. I live alone with my mom, who is a teacher at a Columbus City School. My birthday is on August 29th, which is this Monday, so make sure to give me an A on this assignment. I will be turning 16. Many moons ago, when I was a mere youngling, I skipped 5th grade. However, I look older than my true age and it was so long ago that I feel like the classmate I have now are my exact equals. In fact, in this class when I was supposed to say something interesting about myself I completely forgot to mentions this.

So anyways, thats sort of like my mini-autobiography, I guess the best way to know who I am is just to know me as a person since I'm not very good at explaining myself. Hopefully you will by the end of the semester.

Where I'm from

I am from here.
I've never been anywhere else.
I am from Thomas and Kilbourne and Wilson.
I am from Wendy's and Dairy Queen and CVS.

My ancestors, even my parents were from different places
than here.
I guess somebody had to break their cycle.
I am the first, on both sides, to know english as my first language.

I was from philly.
But I remember nothing of it.
I  looked pictures of the house where I lived
and the hospital where I was born. I still didn't remember.

I was from bali too.
I wasn't from there for very long.
But it was longer than philly.

I am from the wonders of the internet.
I am from the old worthington library.
Where my friends and I would go every day after school.
Even in the pouring rain. Our homework got drenched.
We complained at the time, but it didn't really matter.

I'm not from as many places as other people
such as George Ella Lyon.
Because I'm just 15.
But I remember all the places I am from the same.

Who is Mas Dijkstra?

Who is Mas Dijkstra?
He is the wind and the rain.
He grasps for the stars.

He doesn't really.
He just thought it sounded nice.
A nice touch indeed.

Also realize that
He doesn't normally talk
In the third person.

There isn't much time
Left in this Senior Comp class
I'll finish later.

Arguments

Sometimes people think something is good when in fact it is bad. In these cases I use aruments to inform. One specific case is when people think internet explorer is good. I use arguments to show how slow and uninteractive internet explorer to get them to switch to another browser.

In the example above, after arguing to inform about Internet Explorer I would argue to convince the victim of the merits of Google Chrome. I would explain the features of Chrome, how it is much faster and much more user oriented, and is completly free. This argument eliminates any doubts in the mark's mind.

An example of an argument to explore is like in "Don't ask don't tell" because people will argue this kind of thing for progress. Another great example is in abortion arguments too.

One extreemly important decision I am forced to make sometimes is which Chinese buffet to go to for lunch. The one on Sawmill has really good chicken and fried stuff, but the one in Lewis center has better noddles and dessert stuff. Usually if I want to eat healthier I argue to myself that I will spend more time eating noodles at the one in Lewis center and eat there.

Whenever I fell stressful I sometimes use arguements to make myself more calm or to clear my head, like "Someone else somewhere has it worse than me." The thought of someone else suffering makes me feel better and more focused.

Whut up haters

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