Reprieve!
Life has some simple pleasures. What's mine you ask? Being number 7 in line.
WTF?
Yes, admit it, you all just had a WTF. You did not actually say what the f***. You did not merely screw up your face and tilt your head sideways like a confused but adorable puppy. You actually physically SAID W-T-F. You REALLY have been spending too much time on t3h interweb.
Then again, maybe you actually didn't do any of that and I've been spending the past five minutes talking to myself thinking that I'm pretty clever. In which case I'VE been spending too much time online. Either way, the moral of this little sidebar is that SOMEONE has been spending too much time online. Who, we don't know. But someone. I tell you because I care.
In any event, back to the moral of the original story. I was number 7 in line. What's so great about that? There were only 6 spots. Which means, I didn't get in.
Ok, now you all KNOW I'm weird. Who the heck would want to be the first person turned away? Well, me for one, but only if it was for a graduate course for which I would have to commute 30 miles each way through bumper to bumper traffic ON TOP of a 40 hour work week. Ok, so I'm weak, sue me. But the point is, for another 4-5 months, I don't have to THINK about school. Party on Wayne!
WTF?
Yes, admit it, you all just had a WTF. You did not actually say what the f***. You did not merely screw up your face and tilt your head sideways like a confused but adorable puppy. You actually physically SAID W-T-F. You REALLY have been spending too much time on t3h interweb.
Then again, maybe you actually didn't do any of that and I've been spending the past five minutes talking to myself thinking that I'm pretty clever. In which case I'VE been spending too much time online. Either way, the moral of this little sidebar is that SOMEONE has been spending too much time online. Who, we don't know. But someone. I tell you because I care.
In any event, back to the moral of the original story. I was number 7 in line. What's so great about that? There were only 6 spots. Which means, I didn't get in.
Ok, now you all KNOW I'm weird. Who the heck would want to be the first person turned away? Well, me for one, but only if it was for a graduate course for which I would have to commute 30 miles each way through bumper to bumper traffic ON TOP of a 40 hour work week. Ok, so I'm weak, sue me. But the point is, for another 4-5 months, I don't have to THINK about school. Party on Wayne!