If life is a game I'm losing pretty bad right now. Turns out I did not actually achieve my B.A. in Fiction Writing from Columbia College in 2007. I know- weird, right? I got all dressed up like an idiot, heard my name mispronounced and walked across that stage like all the other regular jackoffs but I guess I was just fucking with everyone. HAHA! Jokes on you! Oh wait, it's on me. Apparently I am short 7 hours. Mind=boggled. I took ONE class my last semester because I was told it was the last one I needed. What a FANTASTIC WASTE OF TIME that semester turned out to be. Oh, and speaking of wastes of time, I guess I know why I haven't been able to get a single job interview in the last year. I have to take three of what's called a CLEP test to compensate for the hours. It'll be easy, but I shouldn't have to do this. Why didn't my adviser tell me? Why'd they let me walk? Grad school is now even further away. I applied last fall. I feel fucked with and I hate it.
At the beginning of 2009 I made a resolution to listen to different music. Obviously, since then, I've encountered a lot of bands and records, new and old, I might not have otherwise. This is one of the better new bands I came across. They took my interest because my friend Lauren told me they did an entire album of interpretive Black Flag covers. I had the chance to see them at the Granada towards the end of '09 and was even more impressed. It's one of those bands with several uniquely talented musicians who all unleash at once in a frenzy of disjointed guitar riffs and cascading sirens bouncing off the walls. It's beautiful, exciting stuff.
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Also, I love you and I'm sorry about all of the bullshit. You're too smart to have to deal with that - it's totally ridiculous.
Let's get drunk and eat pizza.
what the fuck is college?
(yay dp!)
NOMO TUESDAY uhnnn!
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