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Thank You,
The Office of Residential Life
Pick times are out and the Mucc, 3, Roccodinho, and company 8 man did not receive a time. You know it's just heart-break-city. You put your heart into something and you just can't catch a break. Not to mention it's snowing 300 inches an hour right now. I'm not going to sit here and complain about the the bullshit process because everyone knows it's bullshit. The thing that pisses me off is the people who do get pick times celebrating like they just won the pennant right in front of you. Show some class. Act like you've been there before, because the same people you step on up the ladder are the people you gotta meet on your way back down. Take a moment, reflect on the dude who just died in front of you, and celebrate on your own time. And I'm not going to begin to comment about facebook statuses because remember Senior Spring when you got rejected from that Ivy League and your buddy got in and put it up on the book? Right. You also gotta love the people that shoot you a text when the times come out, "like yo times are out!" "get a good time?" No shit times are out, it's the day of reckoning like I said, you don't think I know when the times are out? And why would you preface a question with get a good time? How bout "did you get a time, because I know you've been shit out of luck lately and can't hit right on the broad side of the milky way galaxy as of late?" Either way, we lick our wounds, and we continue to advance. This one cuts real deep though. Kind of reminds me of the end of the OC season 2 when Marissa shoots Trey...nothing is ever going to be the same.
Posted by Mucc.
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