The Wee Democracy

i'm a man, fickle by nature.

while typing that sentence, i made a typo and it originally read "fuckle by nature". that, too would be apropos, as one of the ways i would sum me up -- like jock, or punk -- would be 'fuck up'. i am, you know.

but back to being fickle. last summer, i was set on studying for the GRE, writing some epic short story one that would certainly go in my anthology that shall emerge in the years to come, and getting into grad school for next fall. and if i didn't, well, the peace corps or americorps was my destiny.

needless to say, that would not suit me, no no no, not at all. so the peace corps is out, as i'm not leaving the country. then, when i got home, i was all aboard to take a job and move to iowa! yeah, that didn't quite pan out as i planned, a change of fortune not indicative of my being fickle as much as my being...a typo.

so, back to grad school. study study study! wait -- do i wanna teach? sure! oh, wait gotta do all kinds of things first, and you still need to wait for fall 2004. eh...enthusiasm wanes. wait! i can work at P_____! no, they lie, and don't call me back. bastards!

so now, i've been studying hard for this past week, and i figure i'll take the test soon, get some prof recs and get my applications together. i still need a job, though, so i can pay for application fees, and buy kissmas presents and so on, so forth. i hate money....i think i'm a commie.



feeling: conflicted...a bit scared...hungry
thinking of: jack bauer -- it hangs to his fucking ankles.
song of the day: playground love - air