GRE Funk

Can I say UGH? I took the GRE today whilst I was sick and didna do as well as I should. Got a 580 (or 560, can't remember) on my verbal and a 530 on my quantative (math). The verbal is lower than it should be for grad school, but I don't know. Should I take the GRE again next month, hope for the best, or inquire with the grad school admissions board? Well, whatever I decide to do at least I graduated! WOOHOO!!!

So, what have I been doing for the past few weeks? Well, I've been turning into a fitness freak. Got a membership to this place that has a gym, amongst other things, and decided to take advantage of it. I figure I have about 6 months to seriously lose weight, tone up, and make myself look like I was 23 again. With grey hair and age lines, of course. But at least I'll have a smokin' hot bod!

The place I mentioned also a sauna, steam room, and hot tub. Ahhh. Been a long time since I pampered myself in such a loverly manner. Nothing like a long, hard workout followed by a hot soak. 'Course, the chlorine smell from the tub gets annoying after a while, but I can survive.

Met this nice studly named Alexander. He's a stripper (a good one) that I met at the Columbus Eagle Monday. He felt sorry for me because I was there by my lonesome. He told me to come to Axis on Friday because he is dancing there for the Steam show. Plus, a hot porn star will be there to dance as well. So, being the slut that I am, I told him I would show up. Mebbe give him a good grope (or two or three).

Hmmm, what else? Well, I've been meeting a lot of new people lately, but don't ask for names. I have been getting them, but there were so many I've forgotten a lot of them. Yes, Mother Laura and Sister Helene, I've been safe.

Still no news on the boyfriend front. I've been talking to a lot of people and looking in all the wrong places (like a good boy), but one person said I dress like a str8 boy and another said my body language is scary. Huh? My gay(er) friends laugh when I tell them stuff like that. They say that all someone has to do is look at me to see I am gay and desperate. Oooops, to much detail. :)

Well, I'd better get to bed. Or at least give some thought to that. I have to send a email to make sure my friend James is still alive and kicking. I think my last email may have scared him a bit.

Oh, yeah, my brother is back from Iraq. I found out graduation Sunday. Seems that his company came back to Newark on Saturday but his bitch-wife decided to not tell anyone. SLUT SLUT SLUT SLUT SLUT! Of course, I blame him as well. He has to take some responsibility for his life, not let that bitch run it for him. Either way, mumsy and I have decided not to go visit unless he calls and invites us down OR comes up here to visit us (not that the bitch-wife is going to let him out of her sight that long). I decided that a long time ago, but me mum has finally come to her senses about it.

Well, enough bitching about Major Asshole and his bitch-wife.

Buona notte, tutti! XOXOXOXOXO