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I can’t access movable type. Somehow, typing a blog in TextEdit is just not the same.
And if you’re looking for the antidote to Jesse’s distant style…read on.
I got my financial aid award information today from Brown. In usual Brown fashion, it was late…really late. Then again, we were late sending stuff to them, and they were even later sending it back to us. Returning the favor I guess. Anyway, people have told me that college is supposed to be the best four years of your life. I just can’t figure that out. How can college be the best four years of your life. All college does is arrange for the business office at the college to rape you of every last cent you have, and then leave you face down in a gutter. How is that fun? Last I checked, it wasn’t too high on the fun-o-meter…somewhere near falling down three flights of concrete stairs and having a nail pushed through your eye. Well regardless, that is what Brown seems bent on doing to us. And I can tell you right now, if it was hard for me to have fun before, now I’ll be motivated to do nothing but work, study and go to class. Sounds great doesn’t it. I’ll be the only guy in the graduating class at Brown still a virgin, in fact, I’ll probably be a shriveled, balding old man that hates everything, especially his denture adhesive, which gives him a rash.
The worst part about this whole thing is that I feel like I am whining about something stupid every time I talk about it. In fact, any time I talk about anything that’s not the slightest bit funny or interesting, I feel like I am inconveniencing other people, that they shouldn’t have to listen to me complain about how much my life sucks. And then I feel guilty even saying anything. I am so stable because I never talk about being unstable. How about that for fucked up.
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