I went to this huge dinner thing tonight where I had to wear a formal dress, and they gave me an award where they called my name and read a biography of my life all while some man in a tuxedo escorted me to the main stage. After that, they talked about how amazing I was, gave me a plaque the size of a microwave, and then expected me to make a speech. Apparently I did a good job because I think almost every person in that room stopped me afterward to tell me how amazing my speech was and how poised and elegant I was and how they were so proud that the future of our country was in hands like mine.
Do they know me at all?
I think it's scary that the country is going to be left in the hands of a generation with people like me in it. People who only brush their hair three days a week, who eat anything with Ranch dressing and shredded cheese, who wear mix-matched socks only because they're too lazy to search for the matches, who stay in bed all day long because they have no motivation to get up, and who spend an entire evening at a dinner given in their honor texting their roommate about poop.
Yeah, the future sounds like a scary place to be. I'm glad I'm not in it yet.
Why today was awesome: My grandma told me that my new haircut made me "too sophisticated". Cool.
My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 7
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 8
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 33
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