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So, I'm the only person I know not in grad school. And my brain is going to mush mush mush. We're not talking high-brow intellectual stuff like hmm...was that quote from the Merry Wives of Windsor or from the Taming of the Shrew, or now what's the mass of a muon again?, or could the twentieth-century declension of the post-romantic western mind from modernism into post-modernism be best described as a shift from empirological skepticism to ontological skepticism, or is it the other way around? The littlest baby things escape me. I'm doing more than my share of walking into a room and forgetting why I came, seeing celebrities on magazine covers and not being able to recall their names, and I used to be such teh whiz at phone numbers but I can't even remember my boss's cell and I call her about 4 times a day. Mush, I tell you, mush! I've emailed one of my former English profs begging him to let me sit in on his class this semester. Haven't heard from him yet.
Since last I logged into facebook, which would be probably the day I graduated, all my high-school friends I haven't spoken to in half a decade have messaged/added me. One of them lives nearby, and we're talking about meeting up sometime and what I'm thinking is that I need to stall her for a bit so I can eat celery for about a month and quit being so goddamned chunky. I can't handle being the one who ended up broke and undecided and unsuccessful and unmarried and fat. Hayzoos Krist! I hate myself quite vehemently these days. Will I redeem myself? In the name of all that's good and unholy, can I pretty please at least get into a decent law school? Cherries on top and everything. And how do you sum up a whiney mcbitchypants entry like this?
Since last I logged into facebook, which would be probably the day I graduated, all my high-school friends I haven't spoken to in half a decade have messaged/added me. One of them lives nearby, and we're talking about meeting up sometime and what I'm thinking is that I need to stall her for a bit so I can eat celery for about a month and quit being so goddamned chunky. I can't handle being the one who ended up broke and undecided and unsuccessful and unmarried and fat. Hayzoos Krist! I hate myself quite vehemently these days. Will I redeem myself? In the name of all that's good and unholy, can I pretty please at least get into a decent law school? Cherries on top and everything. And how do you sum up a whiney mcbitchypants entry like this?