And I return

I've let the blog lay fallow for two point five months and I think I may be ready to return to the whole write-down-how-I-feel thing.

Since December 15th, I've applied to ten colleges and gotten into two of them.
I went to California
I was chosen to be Oscar in the school production of the Odd Couple
I've managed to memorize very little of my part in the time I've been given
I've gotten more spiritual
I've bought 3 kidrobot sweatshirts.

Right now, I've finished applying for financial aid and I'm hawking over my e-mail to see if I've gotten any mail from any schools. I still have to read the gov chapter but I probably won't, and I still have to do some Italian HW and I probably will.

My overall mood was comparable to that of Bambi after his mother was shot for until February break, but then I met some nice people, got some e-mails and got a whole lotta kidrobot stuff. Since then, I've been a lot more content.

Anything else? I re-did my altar to give it a more Discordian taste. The offering bowl to Eris is now in the middle instead of under everything, and since shit's been going well I've been sacrificing a little bit more to her (Heck, I asked her to get rid of a bout of hiccups for me and poof, gone). Weird? Eh, maybe. Do I know anything about discordianism? No. Still gotta read the Principia, but hey, offering to Eris seems to be working so w/e.

I guess that's everything. Talk to ya later, blog.

PS- Don't ever read Sartre's No Exit and Camus' The Stranger in the same night. EVER.

Complain complain

I don't have anything to write about anymore. All I can think about is college essays.

Stanford 2013?

I am dejected,

Which rhymes with rejected

Which is what I am.

I am broken.

I cannot be fixed.

Thanksgibbuns

If you do a google search for thanksgibbuns, you will find my blog.
That is all.

Blogs...

I read other people's blogs and no one reads mine. It's hideously depressing. maybe I should put labels on this post or something.

Everyone says
"You're in, you're in!"
But still you know,
There's not just an in,
For three weeks drag on,
Stalled cars on side streets,
Just waiting for answers.
The tow truck won't come
but for not a truck in tow
do you wait,
but a letter
THE letter!
Pinned to the back
and still weeks must you wait.
With the letter, your fate
10 percent yes, and still 90 no,
And you sit here and pray
but that's all you can do
a minute, one day
and one day, a year
a week is a lifetime
And never, I fear
Will my tow truck come in
With a "YES!" on the back

And so for the 15th, I wait and I sigh
For that day life begins
Or that day, I'll die.

HMGHHNRHN

DECEMBER 15TH
HNNNGHHHHHH