4 Hours Hell = 40 Years

I found out that a close friend of mine had his dad attempt suicide. He was messed up for a while.

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I competed in the Sand Arts Festival. Two friends and I made a really fat (naked) man with a pope hat. It took three hours, but it looked great. His name was Tarjet, worshipper of prices and good customer service.
Unfortunately, I also got EXTREMELY sun burned. Like tiny bubbles of fluid under my disgusting peeling skin sun burned.

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I also had the AP Lang test. It was hell. Four hours of hell. There werent enough desks for all 200 students taking it, I couldnt really hear what the teacher was saying, I was exhausted b/c it was first thing in the morning, and the subject content was SO DULL that it was a struggle not to nod off.

At least now I know what Margaret Thatcher said about Richard Nixon, and that disobedience is good but always follow the rules, and how the U.S. doesnt accurately record bilingualism.

I had to stab myself in the leg to keep awake.

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I've sent $950 to The Mountain, all the money I have. It's worth it, but not enough.