I'm in Baltimore on this absolutely joke of a college trip,
in which my parents are trying to convinced me that any of my safety schools
are actually worth going to. We went to Dickinson College earlier today and
that is basically not happening under any circumstances. So instead I'll end up
at Hollins, a school entirely composed of the same kind of spoiled, bitchy,
rich, boring, beautiful, preppy girls that seemingly exist only to make my life
miserable. Guys are dicks too, but at they'll say it straight to your
face.
Anyway, I hate girls and I'm going to a girls school.
As Mr. B would say: Ha![1]
We're staying in the Omni and I was watching tv in the
bathub when I found out that Kurt Cobain bought the farm, so now I'm sitting in
the lobby trying and failing to call Kara on one of these fancy leather study
carrel pay phones. I hope she's okay. She's been pretty obsessed with Kurt
Cobain.
I just overhead two of the waitresses in the bar talking
bout the suicide. Is this seriously going to be my generation's defining
moment? "I remember where I was when I found out Kurt Cobain shot himself."
Or is it still David
Hasselhoff on the Berlin Wall?
I know I'm a vegetarian, but I'm absolutely going to eat
crab tonight. (Don't tell). That may well be the only good thing about this
trip. Yum.
[1]
My Junior Year English teacher (and faculty advisor) left the occasional pithy
notes in the margins of our academic journals. He was notoriously famous for
his “Ha!”s
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