everyone was right, i underestimate myself way too much.
too bad there are so many other hard parts still to come. but at least i won't get rejected simply on the basis of my numbers, and i'll be fine. right?
i'm not a big fan of j.d. salinger, but this is one of the most beautiful bits of non-fiction writing i've read in a little while. it's from "holden at fifty," louis menand's tribute to the author on the new yorker website
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my dog had to be put to sleep this morning. we found out that he had an autoimmune disorder in which his body was attacking and destroying his blood cells. all the steroids and medications in the world didn't help. it got to the point where he couldn't stand up, couldn't move, didn't eat.
but, procrastination aside, this has been a great weekend and my birthday-day is off to a running start. i wonder what the next 24 hours will bring, because it'll be something!
well, that was what i would like to call an EPIC, EPIC FAILURE.
i failed a test that you can't fail, and i should probably start waving goodbye to law school and get ready for a career at starbucks because that's all i'm going to get with my shitty degree and lack of people skills.
thank god for oktoberfest tonight. it's time to drink. heavily.