No, I Don't Have a Stick Up My Ass
September 17, 2001 - 2:33 p.m.

Well, yesterday Jenny and I went to Raging Waters. It was quite fun. The lines were short, so we went on plenty of slides, and we even got to practice our stalking skills. (That makes it sound bad, but yeah, we were following a couple hot guys around.) Unfortunately, my experiences yesterday have led to many discomforts today. I have weird muscles that I didn't even knew existed aching, the bottom of my feet still hurt, and, worst of all, I have a terrible rash on my inner thighs from my board shorts rubbing together between my legs. As a result, I have a tendency to walk like I have a stick up my ass. I also experienced the most painful shower last night. It was no fun.

Today wasn't bad, aside from the fact that the only pants I have that weren't wet have material right where my rash is. We got our in-class essays from a week ago Friday back in English. I got a B... yay! Pulling off a B on my first essay in AP lifts my spirits.

In economics, my group completed our debate without getting creamed once. This, of course, meant we were the leading group and were drafted at the end of class. I was switched into an okay group. No complaints. I was flattered because my group rated me highest when we were voting for the cut. At least, I think that's why he listed us the way he did on the board.

I think I'm gonna go tape my lil American flag to my car now. Ta! ~BOB

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