On Monday, I woke up at 10:45 a.m. Sometimes my loud roommate wakes me up earlier, but she slept through class and ruined my chances of seeing Bill Clinton. Girls can be so passive aggressive!
Bill’s coming to campus, and tickets for Thursday’s “performance” sold out in less than 40 minutes. That’s pretty impressive. Only pop culture favorites like the Super Bowl and Girl Power concerts sell out faster. (Note: Clinton is more sought after than Sporty Spice. It’s a fact from my childhood.)
Clinton has this paradox-mystique thing going on. He’s likable but suspect, popular yet polarizing. He’s the most charismatic Protestant to have ever step foot in the White House. Because honestly, would anybody want to “make love” to Karl Rove? Obviously not. He looks like Wilbur.
I’m quite annoyed that I can’t see Clinton because I have a really big crush on — I mean, I’m interested in what he has to say.
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