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Thursday, August 18, 2005

Fish Man Don't Fear the Reaper...

At least he must not. Today I told him to stop drilling the pickets in damned railings I have been tasked with constructing. He proceeded without my knowing. Our boss approached him to instruct him that he was not to drill the pickets. The fish man's response? I told him to do it. It needs to be repeated here that the fish man is a 54 year old man...well person. I want to say he has the mind of a 12 year old, but that would garner him undeserved pity. Instead just realize that he is a disgusting waste of space on this earth and I nearly did us all a favor by eliminating him this afternoon. I really hate the fucking fish man.

I've gotten everyone riled up with the news that I spent 20 minutes the other evening looking through my GRE study book. Settle down kiddos. Let me first say for the record that I have never believed in study guides or classes for standardized tests or standardized tests in general. I can proudly say this is my first such book and only purchased it because a) I have no idea what the questions for the GRE and the GRE as a whole is all about b) I would like to get into Grad school and it is obvious that grades alone will not take me there. I have dreamed up a way to make this final year at Furman both a hardworking and productive one but also a very enjoyable, fun-filled experience.

Graduate school is my goal for my post-graduation destination. The leading school as of now is bitter basketball rival ETSU. I am somewhat torn based merely on the fact that I have hated on their assface basketball team for 3 solid years and they have a player called the Oatman. This thought process has taken me to once again surfing the internet for grad schools. I'm off to continue this pursuit.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Cooking With Shit Called Gas

This is what Terry declared we were doing today at work.

I spoke with my brother on Sunday, he reports good spirits and general domination of life.

I broke out the GRE study book last night. As much as I would like to deny it, the time is coming for another transition in life. My only hope is that I can take many important things from the Furman period along with me on the trip.

I have wanted to make a meaty post regarding our Italian visitors and other events and future ponderings, but fatigue has won again. It will have to wait.