its the strangest feeling
How is it that this shit always happens? I'm beginning to think that while car dealerships and other such fine establishments (I hope you are all aware of the sarcasm) Life does not have a "bottom line". No matter how fucked up shit can get, it can always get worse. Some of the shit that has gone down this summer is far too tedious to inflict upon either you or myself so I'll try to confine myself to the more interesting and/or major events.
I graduated college, but you would not believe the shit it took. One day before graduation and all my far flung relatives had purchased their expensive airplane tickets I find out that I am not in fact graduating. Apparently I was missing a 300 lvl English course and for some reason neither my advisor nor the registrars office bothered to inform me. Needless to say I was freaking out. Finally, however, after a few hours and some phone calls the head of the English dept decided to waive the 300 requirement in lieu of the extra 12 credit hours of English I had beyond the amount required for the degree. So I walked although I recieved only an empty diploma holder. My diploma has since arrived at home and my parents framed it. I myself have not actually seen it.
I have a car. It's pretty sweet. I won't even bitch about it.
I got a job. At boston fucking market, let me hang my head in shame. It is straight up, unmitigated misery. Also I need another job and am not having much luck.
People have been back at Guilford for about a week. The first few days were awesome (basically the only good ones of this summer) but by a wednesday this year is sucking more than ever. How does this shit always happen?
So I'm sitting alone on a saturday night with only a glass of bourbon for company watching a movie I've seen too many times.I've done that a lot this summer. Watch things again and again I mean. I haven't drunk nearly as much bourbon as this summer has deserved. I've seen far more of the same Simpsons, Futurama, Family Guy and Aqua Teen than any sane man should. I'm trying not to completely wallow in self pity however so I'll end this here.
I graduated college, but you would not believe the shit it took. One day before graduation and all my far flung relatives had purchased their expensive airplane tickets I find out that I am not in fact graduating. Apparently I was missing a 300 lvl English course and for some reason neither my advisor nor the registrars office bothered to inform me. Needless to say I was freaking out. Finally, however, after a few hours and some phone calls the head of the English dept decided to waive the 300 requirement in lieu of the extra 12 credit hours of English I had beyond the amount required for the degree. So I walked although I recieved only an empty diploma holder. My diploma has since arrived at home and my parents framed it. I myself have not actually seen it.
I have a car. It's pretty sweet. I won't even bitch about it.
I got a job. At boston fucking market, let me hang my head in shame. It is straight up, unmitigated misery. Also I need another job and am not having much luck.
People have been back at Guilford for about a week. The first few days were awesome (basically the only good ones of this summer) but by a wednesday this year is sucking more than ever. How does this shit always happen?
So I'm sitting alone on a saturday night with only a glass of bourbon for company watching a movie I've seen too many times.I've done that a lot this summer. Watch things again and again I mean. I haven't drunk nearly as much bourbon as this summer has deserved. I've seen far more of the same Simpsons, Futurama, Family Guy and Aqua Teen than any sane man should. I'm trying not to completely wallow in self pity however so I'll end this here.