A Onesie, A Test, and John Lennon

Today I took the GRE... what is that anyway? I paid about 1.5 hundies for that? Treally? Talk about a let down. There weren't even good graphics. I did alright though. I'm pretty sure I killed the essay portion. Put a wrap on a chiggaho.

Its Halloween soon by the way. I didn't have any good ideas but I went to target today and got a boy's onesie. At first I tried on the large because I couldn't find any XLs... popped the zipper right off. Felt kinda bad about myself and the situation in general. Then on top of that...there were no XLs on the rack. (!) Luckily I asked this sweet old lady at the fitting rooms and she managed to scrape up an XL for me in the back. IT GLOWS IN THE DARK. As I sit here in it writing this I really wonder how I ever lived without it. Talk about cosy.

John Lennon's death has really been hitting me hard lately. Can't get over it. I've been listening to Mind Games. Sweet Baby Jesus.

On the Southie front... I found out it takes three freakin' months to get my diploma from IU. Damn son. BLOWS. But I'm not worried. I'm taking it to the man.

the preemptive sojourn to the sojourn

last week i decided to go to south korea. yeah, i got a couple friends there so i figured we're bound to bump into one another. jokes.

the truth is i don't know what to do with my life just yet. i'm about to graduate college and i still feel like wearing a onesie with spaceships on it when i go to bed at night. i like taking classes, i like reading books i want to read, i like waking up at 11 and not showering for a couple days. there.

but i do like to travel, and i'm thinking i'd be a great teacher. so south korea... what i will now deem 'southie' is where i've decided to start kicking life in the ass. ima gonna eat live octopus. ima gonna not understand anybody. ima gonna teach kidz about bob dylan and the demise of k-fed. ima try and explain oprah.

i'm going to southie.