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:: Sunday, November 30, 2003 ::

So in case you didn't know I was accepted to Georgetown. Long story short, accepted I may be, but that has nothing to do with funding. No money = no going. I would get into the why, but there isn't much to say except that you would think that by showing up physically in person at the university and speaking to honest to god people, that what they told you would possibly be hmmm THETRUTH?! But I was misinformed and I was not informed that I was misinformed until the middle of November which does not leave a person much time to seek out loans and things.

What? You really thought this was all angsty because of a case of mistaken age? Uh-uh.

So instead I have gone to Plan B. Plan B, upon further reflection, should have been Plan A. Perhaps if it had been I wouldn't have been jerked around as much. Anywho Plan B consists of taking the LSAT this coming weekend and going to UT Law School then entering JAG, and blahblahblah. You know the rest - daily doorkicking, perps fleeing my wrath, etc.

:: 4:37 PM [+] ::
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This is for Bialy who knows what I am talking about.

I am related to this fellow. But being as my family members like to do things that the Mormon church would never approve of in a million years (re: own bars, pan for gold, get divorced, etc.), we are considered the black sheep of the Mormon branch of the family.

That doesn't stop us from using Secret Move: Spencer Kimball when the missionaries drop by. Just saying his name has special powers, and sends Mormon missionaries away. It's amazing. You may use it if you wish.
:: 3:15 PM [+] ::
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If you have been keeping yourself posted about my spastic story of pain and heartbreak, then you know about the Great Letter Wait.

Taking the bull by the horns, I called Admissions this week and they said that the letters weren't going to go out until December. I wept, but at least I knew when they were coming out.

I had other vital questions to ask though, so I talked to the head of the study program today. I was going to ask her something and mentioned that the acceptance letter wouldn't be out until December. She said, "They went out this week. Didn't you get yours?"

Well, of course I hadn't or I wouldn't have written violent blogger posts.

"What's your address?" she asked.

And I gasped and laughed because I KNEW where the letter was.
Shimohuno, Funo-son, Futami-gun, Hiroshima-fackin'-ken BAYBEE. I had two addresses for mail at Georgetown and guess which one is at the top?

So I'm getting a new letter (it should come out next week) but I also got an email with the subject reading - Newly Admitted SSP Students. 'Nuff said.

Of course, until I get that letter in my hot little hand, I'm not holding my breath, but I don't think anyone's cruel enough to play a joke like that.

So all I gotta say is: OUTLAWS! WE OWN YOU! HOOAH!

:: 4:57 PM [+] ::
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What is it all for anyway? I am so angry - nuclear force spilling out and contaminating the surrounding countryside.

Do you know every day I feel like my future is being ruined in such a way that I will never get it back - or if I do, it will be in a million worthless pieces?

I need a few good reasons why I can't strike pre-emptively because to me, I see the enemy, I see what they're doing, and I can see no other way out. I feel justified in taking extreme measures in any part of my life.

I love the law so much but I know it is not just. It is words twisted around so that the person with the best word-twister wins. I want a law degree so I can be armed, so I can save myself.

Some days I want to wash my hands of it all. But I refuse to. I can't because I look around and there is so much I can try to do. If I don't try, I'm as bad as everyone else.

Oh, am I too passionate? Is it making you uncomfortable? Or perhaps you smile smugly instead? Piss off. Cynicism is a cold carapace to hide behind; you may survive the nuclear blast, but so will cockroaches.
:: 5:26 PM [+] ::
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A friend of mine is in prison.

Why is there mandatory sentencing for HIS crime when men and women can steal billions and billions of dollars, ruins thousands of lives of people who trusted them, and go to a country club for six months? But my friend killed his best friend in a car accident and now is serving a minimum of two years - because that's mandatory in vehicular homicide if the person's been drinking.

This is not right. Some days I just want to burn the whole world down to the ground because it seems like it's so screwed up that we will never untangle it.
:: 3:27 PM [+] ::
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