So in case you didn't know I was accepted to Georgetown. Long story short, accepted I may be, but that has nothing to do with funding. No money = no going. I would get into the why, but there isn't much to say except that you would think that by showing up physically in person at the university and speaking to honest to god people, that what they told you would possibly be hmmm THETRUTH?! But I was misinformed and I was not informed that I was misinformed until the middle of November which does not leave a person much time to seek out loans and things.
What? You really thought this was all angsty because of a case of mistaken age? Uh-uh.
So instead I have gone to Plan B. Plan B, upon further reflection, should have been Plan A. Perhaps if it had been I wouldn't have been jerked around as much. Anywho Plan B consists of taking the LSAT this coming weekend and going to UT Law School then entering JAG, and blahblahblah. You know the rest - daily doorkicking, perps fleeing my wrath, etc.
This is for Bialy who knows what I am talking about.
I am related to this fellow. But being as my family members like to do things that the Mormon church would never approve of in a million years (re: own bars, pan for gold, get divorced, etc.), we are considered the black sheep of the Mormon branch of the family.
That doesn't stop us from using Secret Move: Spencer Kimball when the missionaries drop by. Just saying his name has special powers, and sends Mormon missionaries away. It's amazing. You may use it if you wish.
:: 3:15 PM
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:: Thursday, November 06, 2003 ::
If you have been keeping yourself posted about my spastic story of pain and heartbreak, then you know about the Great Letter Wait.
Taking the bull by the horns, I called Admissions this week and they said that the letters weren't going to go out until December. I wept, but at least I knew when they were coming out.
I had other vital questions to ask though, so I talked to the head of the study program today. I was going to ask her something and mentioned that the acceptance letter wouldn't be out until December. She said, "They went out this week. Didn't you get yours?"
Well, of course I hadn't or I wouldn't have written violent blogger posts.
"What's your address?" she asked.
And I gasped and laughed because I KNEW where the letter was.
Shimohuno, Funo-son, Futami-gun, Hiroshima-fackin'-ken BAYBEE. I had two addresses for mail at Georgetown and guess which one is at the top?
So I'm getting a new letter (it should come out next week) but I also got an email with the subject reading - Newly Admitted SSP Students. 'Nuff said.
Of course, until I get that letter in my hot little hand, I'm not holding my breath, but I don't think anyone's cruel enough to play a joke like that.
So all I gotta say is: OUTLAWS! WE OWN YOU! HOOAH!
What is it all for anyway? I am so angry - nuclear force spilling out and contaminating the surrounding countryside.
Do you know every day I feel like my future is being ruined in such a way that I will never get it back - or if I do, it will be in a million worthless pieces?
I need a few good reasons why I can't strike pre-emptively because to me, I see the enemy, I see what they're doing, and I can see no other way out. I feel justified in taking extreme measures in any part of my life.
I love the law so much but I know it is not just. It is words twisted around so that the person with the best word-twister wins. I want a law degree so I can be armed, so I can save myself.
Some days I want to wash my hands of it all. But I refuse to. I can't because I look around and there is so much I can try to do. If I don't try, I'm as bad as everyone else.
Oh, am I too passionate? Is it making you uncomfortable? Or perhaps you smile smugly instead? Piss off. Cynicism is a cold carapace to hide behind; you may survive the nuclear blast, but so will cockroaches.
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A friend of mine is in prison.
Why is there mandatory sentencing for HIS crime when men and women can steal billions and billions of dollars, ruins thousands of lives of people who trusted them, and go to a country club for six months? But my friend killed his best friend in a car accident and now is serving a minimum of two years - because that's mandatory in vehicular homicide if the person's been drinking.
This is not right. Some days I just want to burn the whole world down to the ground because it seems like it's so screwed up that we will never untangle it.
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:: Sunday, October 26, 2003 ::
Sunday means that there is no mail, but that's okay because I saw Over the Rhine last night. It was fun. My date was my mom but that's kind of OtR's age crowd. Well, knock off about fifteen years and that's their crowd, but Mom has 81% of Camoflague so she's okay. It was funny though because I told her I would get my own drinks and she said, "No, no. You bought the tickets so I'll buy the drinks." She regretted that later, because I had a shot + beer every time the waitress came by. This morning she was going through her purse and had to borrow money off of me for lunch because "I didn't know I was drinking with a complete lush." Hehehe. What can I say? My level of tolerance is kind of like a deep sea trench in its capacity to hold liquid.
But enough about my ability to imbibe. OtR was at Canal Street Tavern and THE best venue I have ever seen a concert at. It's a converted church or pretends to be with it's stained glass windows and pew benches as seats. It holds 100 at the most and the staff is not so overly hip that they make you feel like a slug when you order. Everyone is awesome and just wants to have a good time.
The first singer was Griffin House. Why is it that guys with guitars are so very attractive? I dunno. But I talked to him after the concert and he's really cool. Mostly though his music is awesome. It's mostly acoustic guitars, but the songs and lyrics are stunning. I especially loved his song "The Way I Was Made" which was an oral history of his family. Could have been my family song too. His grandparents were in the audience that night too, so it was especially awesome when he sang that one.
The second singer was Jen Einan (I probably spelled that wrong.) She was good too, probably a better singer talent wise than Griffin, but I didn't like her stuff as much. Didn't resonate so much with the soul but there was one song that had the words, "Bring out the joy, bring out the song, you've been deep in my soul for too long" that was about longing for home and that struck a nerve.
But then came OtR. Oh yeah. I have had this concert built up in my mind since Anne got me stuck on them and it was awesome. It amazes me how Karen can belt it out with no effort. I wish I could play the piano like Lin. He was walking outside while we waited too showing that he is a "man of the people." ^_^ They did almost exclusive stuff from their Ohio album which I don't have because for some reason they don't sell CDs in Japan. But it hardly matters, does it? I am going to have awesome memories of all these new songs from the concert when I do get the CD. But they did sing "All I Need" which was w00000000000t! I lurv that song. I think I need to be a groupie or something. That would be fun. And on top of it, they're entire concert was a promotion of the BEST STATE IN THE UNION! O-HAI-YO YO YO!
On a bad note, Mickey D's was closed and I could not get my traditional after concert carton of lard and potato. Damn you Mickey D's!