I’m doing it!
ohmigosh you guys! I did it! I took the GRE, the wicked thing that it is. I got a good score. I mean for some people it would be pitiful and they would cry. But when my score popped up on the screen I literally gasped with pride. I guess I tend to underestimate myself.
Expect a real live post soon. I am off to party and celebrate not having to study all night. I’ll be in San Francisco, I’ll twitter my location so you can buy me drinks. And then when I have a masters in nursing and peoples lives literally rely on my quick thinking you can say you saw me so drunk your boyfriend had to be dispatched to buy me a gallon of water. And then I will throw up that gallon of water in your daddy’s american dream car. And THEN I will beg to take a shower in your house but you will deny me because you don’t want to wake up your parents. In the morning you will make up some excuse about me forgetting my key when your mom asks why I am sleeping on your bedroom floor in a cold pile of my own vomit. And you won’t even have to buy me that many drinks because I am pretty wasted right now off that bottle of wine I chugged when I got home. I told my mom I would talk to her tomorrow because I would be too drunk to talk tonight. She laughed, but she knew it was true. Sorry, Mom.
Fucking YES. I am proud.
thank you! x and i talked about you today. we discussed how to pronounce your name, like whether it was 2 or 3 syllables and how hard the double t is. as well as where we should go if you come to sf. her and snake had to jet early to go to a fucking judas priest concert out in bfe.
I am so happy for you!
technically, Snake wasn’t my boyfriend when that happened.
yeah, not ringing a bell AT ALL.
yeah well you shouldn’t supply me with so many irish car bombs. it can only end in the gaslamps tears.
i also think the phrase “daddy’s american dream car” while right, seems to imply it’s an american car. and believe you me, beamers are NOT american. perish the thought.
i am drunk and inclined to say fuck you in the most loving tone.
20 days later, and still no real live post.
wtf?
whoa, good thing i updated 13 minutes later. i’m sorry! but the fact that anyone noticed my absence is complimentary.
and sir and x, why do you both have such critiques of my story telling, i mean jeez, it’s a blog post not a memoir. i’m hungover and cranky, obvs.