Your ideas are all good. The only problem is that even though I really want to do all those things so I can stop being sad, I don't actually have the time to dance to Imma Be at the moment. Actually tonight I'm planning on imbibing massive amounts of hot, caffeine-saturated liquids, then turning my burning, red-rimmed eyes to the evaluation of the flowery, elitist philosophies of Friedrich Nietzsche. And when I've finished pounding at my brain with a giant cast-iron tenderizer, when it is seeping vital fluids, prostrate in a position of abject, miserable submission, I shall sit down to write the speech that I have not yet begun, which I will be delivering tomorrow at half-past 11. And when the sun finally climbs over the horizon, and I'm still slaving away, I shall recycle yesterday's outfit and head off to open at work, beginning yet another day of this long, long week.
It's cool that you get to write about Communism. It's good to know about these things. I read the Communist Manifesto the other day for school, and it was pretty interesting. Way better than Nietzsche, who is a big fat meanie-faced elitist toadstool.
You're right, it is kind of dumb to talk about self-esteem for so long. From what I remember, it seemed like, yeah, those people don't really know what the definition of self-esteem is. Because I'm such a nerdy nerd, I looked it up. Self-esteem: a realistic respect or favorable impression of oneself. I bolded it for emphasis. Maybe you should bring a dictionary next meeting and read it aloud to them.
I have to go. Tonight I put my foot in my mouth and agreed to go to Bible study with the girlies. So now that I'm well and truly screwed on homework, I may as well just resign myself to not getting any sleep at all tonight.
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