Day 17

Day 17

So I’ve never tried to write anything when I was drunk before. This should be fun.

I’ve done it! I have got 6 A’s (f**k home language) and I couldn’t be happier right now. Since this is probably the first time I have ever done anything that actually saves my parents some money (I have qualified for an academic bursary), I decided to celebrate with some friends, and boy did I celebrate.

I am plastered right now.

Since this is basically an experiment which observes the effects of alcohol on an eighteen-year-old genius I have decided to write about something that I would otherwise never even consider touching on.

Donald Trump.

What a poes.

He is a racist, narcissistic businessman. While he obviously knows how to successfully run a business, he will have no idea how to run a country (which is far more complicated). Also he has stupid hair.

Maybe I’m wrong, but even a drunk teenager, with no idea how politics works, can realise that if he becomes the president of one of the most influential counties in the world, people around the world will be disheartened and scared. That is a fact.

I don't care if this is ridiculously short, I’m going to take a nap now, good bye.