Wednesday, April 30, 2003 Holy fucking shit, my thesis is due tomorrow.
"I loved it! I chuckled. I roared. I wept. It became a part of me. It's a must.....," America raved! ––From the cover of a 1964 edition of Up the Down Staircase
Ninety-five percent of everything is crap.––"Sturgeon's Law," by Theodore Sturgeon
Epigrams. Oh! Those epigrams. Crispy crunchy graham cereal, brand new breakfast treat.
The senior reading was last night. As far as The Money goes, it's something of an equivalent to the evening gown portion of the Miss America pageant. It doesn't tell you too much about who's going to win, but you can mentally make the first round of cuts.
A reporter from The Baltimore Sun was there, talking to all of us, trying to get a feel for what the atmosphere around here is really like in the weeks before they hand out the oversized novelty check. He seemed to take to Wong and I. This may be partially due to the fact that we said things like, "We want to win the money. " Rather than, "Gosh oh gee, Mister," (hairtwirl) "I, like don't think about it whatsoever." I feel that the kids who are saying that are lying. It may be sour grapes, because I wish I could forget about the fucking Money for maybe like five minutes, but as I said to Wong yesterday, it's really the delusions of grandeur that keep me going. Yesterday I caught myself worrying that I would look too awkward on the Today Show.
The paparazzi helped the illusion that I'm not a nobody from nowhere. Miss Lesch was onhand to photograph Wong and I talking shit about the other contenders (or complimenting them and biting our nails), and the Sun sent a photographer as well. I noticed that I was conspicously unphotographed. I tried not to take it as a sign of my inferior talent, and more as a sign that he was out of film.
There's probably going to be LOTS of blog entries today. I have a lot to put off. posted by Frenz | 4/30/2003 07:32:00 AM
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