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Monday, February 13, 2006
Answering machine: "Mr. Moore, this is Anne at the Graduate Studies Office. I have a question on your application for graduation. Could you call me tomorrow at..."
Me: "Jesus Christ on a cracker. What the hell..."
The next day, Anne at the Graduate Studies Office: "Yeah, I was wondering why you applied for graduation?"
Me: "Well...I was hoping to graduate."
Anne: "Yeah, you already graduated in December."
Me (inside my head): "My mom is going to be so pissed..."
Long story explained without the quotes: I assumed I missed graduation last time since I applied so late (picture Chris smiling at that), and I wasn't on the list, and was never told about the ceremony. Come to find out (a little late) that I indeed graduate last semester and will not be in this program either. My mom was really hoping to see me hooded, but at this rate, that will be a ceremony that takes place in her kitchen with Chris' old robe.
In slightly sadder news, Sam Oswald died. I feel like I should be sad since the man died, but I never liked the man, so I guess I am indifferent. There was a concert once, where you had to where black or navy pants, and I had what could be described as "dark-charcoal" and Sam said that I would have to change. Well, as I didn't bring another pair along, I had to wear a pair of his. Keeping in mind I was a portly child and he was some sort of sadistic anorexic. The pants were so tight that a french horn player told me that my "butt looked like a vaccum cleaner." I'm not even sure what that means, but it scarred me, and for that I am indifferent over his passing.
In lighter news, we bought our first Christmas CD of the season. It's a Michael Buble Christmas CD, and we're very excited.
And, fuck you for shaking your head.
Craig @ 8:15 PM
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