This ain't Aruba.
I went to my folks house last night to watch the Syracuse-OU game. I really don't give a damn about college basketball, or professional basketball, for that matter, unless we're talking Spurs. My family on my mom's side is from Syracuse, so I thought I should be with them. You know, to represent and whatnot.
My grandfather is a joyless fucker, so the whole time spent watching the game was just as joyless as him. Some would say it's on account of his being 98 and having no friends, them being dead and all. But that's a cop-out. He's always been miserable, but he used to be able to hide it by being a relatively powerful and important person. Now that he's been stripped of his station and influence, his true colors are showing.
Turned in my Bar application yesterday. This thing is really happening. I'm equal parts terrified and exhilarated, like the first time you see a dead body. For a while I wasn't even sure I wanted to be a lawyer; now I can't imagine doing anything else. Actually, I could imagine working in the Foreign Service Office. That would be righteous. But the point is, I'm at a point where I want to be a lawyer. I'd never felt that feeling before. I have to say, it feels good.
I'll be at Temple of Flesh Sunday night. Hopefully I'll see you there. If so, please be gentle with me. It's my first time, and I want it to be special. Also, I'll be in Austin tonight with my friend D. We will get drunk. If you'd like to join us, feel free. I think we'll be able to accommodate you.
I went to my folks house last night to watch the Syracuse-OU game. I really don't give a damn about college basketball, or professional basketball, for that matter, unless we're talking Spurs. My family on my mom's side is from Syracuse, so I thought I should be with them. You know, to represent and whatnot.
My grandfather is a joyless fucker, so the whole time spent watching the game was just as joyless as him. Some would say it's on account of his being 98 and having no friends, them being dead and all. But that's a cop-out. He's always been miserable, but he used to be able to hide it by being a relatively powerful and important person. Now that he's been stripped of his station and influence, his true colors are showing.
Turned in my Bar application yesterday. This thing is really happening. I'm equal parts terrified and exhilarated, like the first time you see a dead body. For a while I wasn't even sure I wanted to be a lawyer; now I can't imagine doing anything else. Actually, I could imagine working in the Foreign Service Office. That would be righteous. But the point is, I'm at a point where I want to be a lawyer. I'd never felt that feeling before. I have to say, it feels good.
I'll be at Temple of Flesh Sunday night. Hopefully I'll see you there. If so, please be gentle with me. It's my first time, and I want it to be special. Also, I'll be in Austin tonight with my friend D. We will get drunk. If you'd like to join us, feel free. I think we'll be able to accommodate you.