First off [link] No matter if you voted for him or not, or if you live in America or not, you should still watch. Its always nice to hear a U.S. president talk in full, coherent sentences. "There is a reason the story of the civil rights movement was written in our schools... it is because there is no stronger weapon against inequality and no better path to opportunity than an education that can unlock a child's god given potential."
In other, less political news: I got my laptop fixed. Thank you to everyone who commented the last journal on what software to get for the mac, the winner was Openoffice and Gmail. Thanks for the input guys, you saved me a ton of money
Also, wednesday was the big 19th birthday (most useless birthday ever) so thats cool I guess.
"But our kids can't all aspire to be Lebron or Lil Wayne, I want them aspiring to be scientists and engineers, doctors and teachers, not just ballers and rappers. I want them aspiring to be a Supreme Court Justice. I want them aspiring to be President of the United States of America. I want their horizons to be limitless."




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if it smells like a rat, give it cheese.
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Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. ---Gustave Flaubert
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Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.-Mark Twain
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Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. ---Gustave Flaubert
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Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.-Mark Twain
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Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.-Mark Twain
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Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.-Mark Twain
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Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.-Mark Twain
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Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. ---Gustave Flaubert
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