well its that special time again. it usually only comes once in every young persons life unless they are indecisive, an idiot, overly ambitious, or some combination therein. im putting myself in the latter category and citing indecision and ambition as my crimes of choice. in case you are wondering what on gods green earth i am talking about, i will tell you now.
college applications.
they have started again. FML. and they never get any better apparently. it seems as if some of the essay questions are designed specifically to boost the ego of the school (what is so appealing about this school and why) and others want aim to lift up the applicants spirits (write a poem about yourself). some of them however, seem like they are pointing a finger at me saying "you uncultured piece of shit, you will never succeed here!!!!!!! (what exhibits or performances have you enjoyed in the past year? uuhh well none im a college dropout and unless you count my mother drunkenly singing lady gaga on christmas then i have seen few performances and even fewer exhibits).
so while these applications plant little seeds of doubt deep within my soul, i am forced to ponder my last year. it was a hoot for sure, but can i apply any of that to the college experience? i played hide and seek in the holocaust memorial at 5 am in berlin, but how will that help me succeed at an ivy league school? i taught kids how to sail a 50 foot yacht without killing themselves, or more importantly me, but can i identify synechdoche in an emily dickinson poem? i lived in a van in new zealand for two weeks, but can i summarize the goals of health care reform without sounding stupider than a brain dead chimp? plus, how do i top my last college essay ("i live in a house ruled by the nasdaq, bridge club and paula deen. vana white is my dinner date, and nancy grace sits in on her off nights." it was about living with gigi.) it was a daaamn good one. oh well.
in other news- IM MOVING TO THE DIRTY DIRTY!!!!! back to atlanta. back to sweet tea. back to gorgeous weather. back to the nasty ass bradford pear trees stankin up spring time. back to the land of country clubs and the confederacy. back to the chattahoochee river. i am so excited. i cant wait. maybe there i will have some more blog worthy adventures since i have been slightly dull lately. i did give up boozing as part of a new health kick that im on. dont worry, its nothing permanent. i will be back in action in no time.
alright, now off to summarize the plot of my biopic being made in 2050 in 500 characters or less.
i genuinely missed your blogs thanks for this gem
ReplyDeletei promise i will give you some construtive criticism on your essay
ps you should check out the "online exhibition" for the halsey institute where I volunteer there are some tearjerkers and other random stuff you could write about it
k love you mucho charles wallace