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.