It's a process

Indeed, as I began the process of applying for grad school, I had some stuff to do. First, I submitted my FAFSA, applied for a fee waiver, sent out some reference forms, asked for official transcripts...and applied for a job on a kiosk in a library.

So I went out and about on the town with my assuming persona, my black trucker hat, some shades, and the quest for some graduate work underway. Right now, I am studying some material for the GRE, the Graduate Record Exam. Actually, it's similar to the SAT, only geared to those who have already completed their undergrad work, or are very close to it. Mine's is scheduled for the 20th of March. And I also have to work the polls in between that time on the fifth of February.

Today I stopped by Long Beach City College, my old stomping grounds, talking with some old friends. I told one of my advisors the news, and he said, "Get out of here! Did you!?" I said, "Yes, and now, I got graduate school up next. A nice, big thesis on the way." Also, I told him, "You owe me a drink." He said, "I am a man of my word, and if you go to XXXXXXX XXXXX at my house with the club, I'll have one ready."

The lure of libations, as this point in my life, is useless to resist.

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If I were to compare pinkberry's smoothie with a comparable one from, say, Surf City Squeeze, what the former lacks in variety more than makes up for it in taste. I visited one of the shops on Pine Avenue, and as I slowly guzzled the treat down, my ears listened to some loungecore melodies with nonsensical lyrics and hooks from below. I also found out that the name of their yogurt is called pinkberry, hence the name of their store. Go figure.

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My arms seems to feeling rather sore, and I seem to be a bit fatigued more than often. Is it the fact that we're still in winter?

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And I've got a nasty blister on my big left toe. My mom says it's that darn ol' gout again. I should ease off the Vitamin C tablets, and flush the poor sucker out. Yeesh.