sweep my cares away with dirty brooms
Too much of me is on the outside these days, and small talk makes me into a weirdo.
Ten business days since I took the GRE is Tuesday, and that is the range in which ETS has promised my Analytical Writing scores. ETS, you are under my skin, sticking in my craw, existing in all kinds of places where I don't want you. The screen, I thought, told me that I would need to arrange for scores to be sent to the schools beyond the four free ones then, right then, before I left the testing premises, otherwise DOOM, DOOOOOOM, no more scores sent for you. But then the girl said Nah, check what it says online. At that point I was more concerned about whether I would perish from lack of food before I reached my car, tucked away in an unfamiliar garage, and if I made it to my car, whether I would perish before I reached Don Pablo's Glorious House of Cheese and Sustenance. So I stopped thinking about the sending of scores to additional places and contented myself with ranting about the ETS girl's other little nugget of possibly-wrong information about the cost (exorbitant) of further Official Sending of Scores to whomever would listen. (CRIMENY, I'M MOVING UP IN THE WORLD TO BECOME A GRADUATE STUDENT WHERE THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING ALL THIS MONEY? AND TRANSCRIPTS, SWEET VIRGIN MARY, WHY ARE TRANSCRIPTS SO FARFIN EXPENSIVE? ETC.)
Still on my To-Do List: ETS scores - looking into of, sending of, paying for of, finding out of, freaking out over of (that was just a little preposition circus, and let me tell you I loved every second of it). Transcripts - same. Personal statement - hoo boy. Itchy teeth. Class - I need 18000 words on Harry Potter by Monday evening. (Current word count: 11, including that previous sentence.) Letters of Recommendation - hinging on the itchy teeth personal statement situation. Also: terribly pressing.
How are you going to spend your extra hour tonight? I think I'll spend mine lying in bed failing to sleep and trying to figure out how to scratch my teeth with my mind. Cheers!
Ten business days since I took the GRE is Tuesday, and that is the range in which ETS has promised my Analytical Writing scores. ETS, you are under my skin, sticking in my craw, existing in all kinds of places where I don't want you. The screen, I thought, told me that I would need to arrange for scores to be sent to the schools beyond the four free ones then, right then, before I left the testing premises, otherwise DOOM, DOOOOOOM, no more scores sent for you. But then the girl said Nah, check what it says online. At that point I was more concerned about whether I would perish from lack of food before I reached my car, tucked away in an unfamiliar garage, and if I made it to my car, whether I would perish before I reached Don Pablo's Glorious House of Cheese and Sustenance. So I stopped thinking about the sending of scores to additional places and contented myself with ranting about the ETS girl's other little nugget of possibly-wrong information about the cost (exorbitant) of further Official Sending of Scores to whomever would listen. (CRIMENY, I'M MOVING UP IN THE WORLD TO BECOME A GRADUATE STUDENT WHERE THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING ALL THIS MONEY? AND TRANSCRIPTS, SWEET VIRGIN MARY, WHY ARE TRANSCRIPTS SO FARFIN EXPENSIVE? ETC.)
Still on my To-Do List: ETS scores - looking into of, sending of, paying for of, finding out of, freaking out over of (that was just a little preposition circus, and let me tell you I loved every second of it). Transcripts - same. Personal statement - hoo boy. Itchy teeth. Class - I need 18000 words on Harry Potter by Monday evening. (Current word count: 11, including that previous sentence.) Letters of Recommendation - hinging on the itchy teeth personal statement situation. Also: terribly pressing.
How are you going to spend your extra hour tonight? I think I'll spend mine lying in bed failing to sleep and trying to figure out how to scratch my teeth with my mind. Cheers!
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