I could have written this lieder in Clara Schumann's place. 2003-08-18 - 3:22 p.m.
So.
-My dad said an application from BigAss Loan Corporation came in the mail at home. Does that mean that I have to fill that out and whathaveyou before I will actually get excess loan money? Excess loan money would be a lovely day-after-my-birthday present. Dammit. I shall have to go look at BigAss Loan Corporation's website now.
-Entrance tests were today. They sucked ass from now until next week. That, people, is a lot of ass suckage. The music theory test especially was exceedingly sucky. History was not too too bad. I mean, there is a bit more leeway with the short answer format. Granted I don't remember a thing about Japanese classical music (besides its use of pentatonic scales), nor do I know a single composition of Duke Ellington's (unless there's a strnage chance he wrote "Take the A Train" which was the first jazz piece that popped into my head, which probably only shows that I know jack shit about jazz), but I can make it seem like Ellington wrote exclusively in the Japanese classical tradition because, as you well know from reading this here craptacular piece of cyberspace I call a diary, I have a gift with words.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
-I'm still wandering around this gigundous place completely lacking a clue. I mean, I know my way around (sorta) and I know where to find what I'm looking for (except maybe a goddamn Grad Schoolville phonebook), but otherwise, I have no idea what I'm doing. Graduate school. Turning 23 in less than a week. To me, and my very likely incredibly skewed vision of reality, these things imply being an adult and being an adult implies having somewhat of a clue. I highly doubt either of these conditions applies to me. It's all just weird, you know?
-The computer lab attendant guy is kind of hot.
-Apparently compulsively checking one's snail mailbox does not improve one's chances of receiving any snail mail. Boo.
This loan thing is starting to worry me now. I'm going to go look at that website now. So, toodle-oo, or something.