Its Just An Illusion Caused By The World Spinning Round
It feels great to be finished with the GRE, finally. I'll be rocking out a lot more of the applications this week, and the end is in sight. Soon I'll be on my way to the inevitable waiting period, and time slides towards the Ides of March. That's heavy. Let me try that again.
I finished the GRE on Saturday, and got a weight lifted off of me after a supremely stressful week. Saturday, yesterday I mean, gave some planned delights, and very unexpected events. I almost went into the Buckin Buffalo. Thats a little too light. Grant me a third go?
I didn't sleep much on Friday night, as I prepared for the GRE. I had a realization, an inspiration really, pertaining to The Untrodden Ways, as I tossed and turned for a few hours in bed, and finally slid into sleep. The GRE went well, not as well as I wanted, but it was a respectable score and I owned the essays (I wrote about History, and included Ishmael by Daniel Quinn, Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut and An Ancestor's Tale by Richard Dawkins). I met up with Ben and his brother for some Pizza Plant, and then I watched The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, finishing off my Netflix western festival. The weight of finishing didn't lift off of me until later when Max and I started out. We, in a mutual need for relaxation and adventure, wandered throughout downtown, and ended up meeting friends, associates and finally getting to sleep around 530am. Not perfect, but I'm going with it.
Now I'm rested, I'm wearing a tie, and I saw life in everything. Now I'm playing Pinochle with my parents.
I finished the GRE on Saturday, and got a weight lifted off of me after a supremely stressful week. Saturday, yesterday I mean, gave some planned delights, and very unexpected events. I almost went into the Buckin Buffalo. Thats a little too light. Grant me a third go?
I didn't sleep much on Friday night, as I prepared for the GRE. I had a realization, an inspiration really, pertaining to The Untrodden Ways, as I tossed and turned for a few hours in bed, and finally slid into sleep. The GRE went well, not as well as I wanted, but it was a respectable score and I owned the essays (I wrote about History, and included Ishmael by Daniel Quinn, Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut and An Ancestor's Tale by Richard Dawkins). I met up with Ben and his brother for some Pizza Plant, and then I watched The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, finishing off my Netflix western festival. The weight of finishing didn't lift off of me until later when Max and I started out. We, in a mutual need for relaxation and adventure, wandered throughout downtown, and ended up meeting friends, associates and finally getting to sleep around 530am. Not perfect, but I'm going with it.
Now I'm rested, I'm wearing a tie, and I saw life in everything. Now I'm playing Pinochle with my parents.