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Hi.
What? What?
Sorry. I went to the Metallica concert last night and I can't hear a thing. I'm growing old, man. I feel like I have cotton in my ears. My car stereo is tuned up really loud and it's kinda embarassing to be listening to that Use Your Sunscreen song really loud. People at stoplights stare with this look like, "That song sucks. Don't you know any better?" Nonetheless, I can't hear. I mean, I can hear certain things but I think I lost all treble whatsoever.
I wanted to get the Metallica baseball shirt but it was $90. I wanted to get the white shirt with the collar and the ninja star looking logo but it was $45. Pattern?
Haoles are just strange. Put them in the military, they get stranger. I've been spit on. When haoles fall down stairs, they instinctually grab the first thing available, my legs. I nearly started a fight with a skinny haole twerp cause he kept twirling his shirt during Master Of Puppets and it kept hitting my head.
I'm too old for this shit.
I also have to make doo doo. Writing a journal entry is some sort of laxative.
My first banquet in years. Do I need to get nice clothes?
I figured it'll probably be my last opportunity. I've have a bad feeling about grad school. Even though I haven't been officially notified, when the receptionist doesn't want to tell you to your face the results of the selection, that's always a bad sign. Plus, Hairy Editor told me that she told someone else that they got in... Then again, Hairy Editor's info has been extremely sketchy lately...
Strangely enough, that night, the Hairy Editor paged me to tell me that he was sorry about the bad news and yadda blah yadda. I was oddly touched. He wanted to cheer me up and go bowling but I had plans. I really don't know what to make of this person. On the one hand, extremely hostile, pretentious asshole, on the other...
I really don't want to have anything to do with fiction-writing for a little while.
Anyway, dinner should be interesting. Dell Pickle promises to get drunk and start a fight with the dweebs from the other side. Cool. I really want to see him take on the Charles Dickens dork and Tweaker. That would be a cool celebrity death match.
Bubba isn't talking to me cause I signed a petition. If I had known about that, I would ... BAH! And I wonder how I got my ass rejected in the first place. Now Bubba wants everyone to start yakking like Eric Cartman. All things considered, that's not a bad idea.
I'm not sure how I feel about Go. I mean, I enjoyed it, especially the telekinetic cat but... I don't know. The car stuck length-wise in the alley... I don't know. I liked how everything revolved around the word "go." But... I just can't shake this feeling that the movie knew it was hip, or something... I don't know.
10:47 pm Well, I just got official word from the English Department that I was turned down.
Hmm.
Not sure how I'm supposed to react to that.
Dear Aaron,
The GPC has completed its consideration of the applications for admission for next year, and I am very sorry to say that it has decided not to admit you. You will receive another official notification from the Graduate Admissions Office in a couple of days.
The problem was one of the same ones that we had last year, that you weren't able to supply letters of recommendation from your literature professors. Some of your professors indicated to us, actually, that they didn't feel that you were ready to take graduate level literature courses. This is a deficiency that it might still be possible to remedy if you are seriously committed to entering the program, and so perhaps we should have another talk.
Yours sincerely,
Head Asshole
Suddenly, I really don't want to have a goddamn thing to do with literature right now.
Spunker
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