On the Subject of Me

Dear FutureMe, (I'm 19, its 7:30pm, I have a crush on Ben, we're still dating Dan its at 2 years now. I'm in my first year at Guelph, and my Geography midterm is tomorow. I'm living in a house with Sarah, Julia, Ben, Stephen and some other people.) Don't forget that you don't have to do everything your friends do. There's time for work, and there's time for play. You've had enough play. We will not be mediocre, we will not be less than the best. We will be something, someone, and I hope to god you aren't dead from a nuke or WWIII. Don't forget to wish everyone the best when you are drafted to Iraq. Fuck shit is fucked. How is the world then? Are the republicans still running it? Are we all dead? Is Manhattan under water? Was George W. Bush assasinated? Did Stephen Harper declare Canada an official US state? Are we still in the Middle East, or have we invaded North Korea? Has North Korea invaded us?!? Fuck I have so much shit to ask you. I could go on and on.