so i didn't pass. for weeks it's what i have been mentally preparing myself for, so when the news hit it wasn't all that bad. the downside to the whole thing is that i have to study it all over again. in the words of
david beckham: 'balls.' i have nothing if not my sense of ____ (t.b.d.)
postsecret is sad, happy, funny and unfunny. if i were king, the internet would consist of nothing else.
the beauty of the library is that, after the $25 after-rebate fee for not technically living in the correct town, we get to listen to all the dandy warhols they have for cheap-as-free. which, of course, i did. and in the process i learned that the song i had previously thought to be titled 'the dope' (incidentally fourth on my highest-played list) is in fact titled 'wonderful you.' rocky is the path to truth is.
and the dvds! oh sweet retinal pleasures. this weekend was an edu-taining mix of
the diary of anne frank,
the graduate, and the
highly disturbing
apocalypse now. all of which i can shamelessly recommend but perhaps not all at once. or perhaps.
and i'm off. if anyone finds a way out, let me know.