September 10, 2003. 6:23 in the evening.
The Incredibly True Adventures of the Stay-At-Home Employee
So who spanked the GRE? Me, that's who. Well kinda. I scored a whopping 720 on math, and a modest 590 in the verbal section. My scores on the essays have yet to be done. I was extremely nervous going into the test, not knowing how my essays would turn out. I had studied all the math and vocabulary (for the verbal section) untils I couldn't study no more but the essays were the wild card. The GRE is are computer-based, so I was in a room with like twenty other people taking assorted tests. The first half of the GRE was the essay section and the clacking of the keyboards was oddly comforting. It took me back to my college days when the sound of Greg pulling an all-nighter to start and finish a paper due the next day would lull me to sleep late at night.
You know how just getting something out of the way just releases a whole bunch of stress from your body and you can think and see the world clearly? That's sort of how I felt once the test was finished, except my eyes were bugging out from staring at a computer screen for so long non-stop (sure I've sat at my computer for long amounts of time at work, but this time I had to think). And you have no idea how excited I was to find a ten dollar bill in my pocket that I could use to buy myself a congratulatory meal at Murder King. I cheered to myself. I was so glad to have all that shit behind me. No more flash cards! No more carrying around my Princeton Review GRE Study Guide everywhere! Now all I have to look forward to is applying the grad school...
Later that night we all went out for Rob's "Bachelor Party." It wasn't a real Bachelor Party because there were like equal parts girls and boys in the group. We went to Q's and afterwards a bunch of people went to a strip club downtown. I didn't go on account of the fact that my girlfriend was my ride home and I didn't even have to ask her if she wanted to go, I knew the answer already. (I bet she woulda said, "Um, maybe some other time...?") And besides, I was so drunk from hazing myself all night that I was in no shape to be going nowhere but home. I paid for my night of alcoholicity with a big phat hangover.
And that hangover turned into a sore throat on Monday and now I'm getting spanked by some bug thanks to my beaten-down immune system.
The other night I had a dream that my old 8-bit Nintendo Entertainment System was working again and it was THE most exciting thing to ever happen to me. I remember I had Kung-Fu in my dream even though I never had it in real life, and much to my dismay I couldn't find my precious cartridge of Super Mario Brothers 3. It was so disappointing. So disappointing, in fact, that upon learning my Super Mario Bros. 3 was nowhere to be found, I promptly woke up.
Stupid dream.
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