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May 01, 2006 06:29

I've got that feeling. That constriction in my chest that you only get when something really bad has happened and you're just waiting for the consequences. Like, when you steal your Dad's car and you know he knows. Just bad. And what's the cause of this feeling? It's because I'm retarded. I thought I could get into grad school and become a doctor. Then I got my GRE score. 490/990. That's not a good score. Eleventh percentile. Hell, they give you 200 points just for spelling your name correctly, so essentially I only scored 290. I suck. I'm retarded. And this gives yet another reason to feel inadequate. Now I have to call up the University of Arizona and tell them what my score was so they can laugh in my face and call me retarded. It's not even worth offering sexual favors at this point because even if I were to somehow deliver the greatest blow job in the world from across the country, it still wouldn't be enough to get me accepted. Oh, and I need to let Dr. Kash know how I did. You know, so he can be super disappointed in me.

In other news. I can't find a copy of the Final Fantasy movie to rent. My Date With Drew was an amazing movie, which means my whole little fantasy of writing an original book is all washed up. This has just been a rough time. However, Akeelah and the Bee was swell, I dug it a lot and it makes me want to use the word "pulchritude" on a daily basis. Granted it, much like every other stupid inspirational movie recently released, relies heavily on a specific quotation (in this case the "we aren't afraid of failing so much as we are afraid of success" that I first heard from Momo) but aside from that, it was pretty good.
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