Tomorrow I go to the great state of... Nebraska? Is that a typo? It isn't? Damn.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, old people and "The Man," tomorrow I leave to have my first graduate school audition in Nebraska. Yup, good ole UNL. (Hint: not to be confused with UNLV. God only knows what they study there.) And yes, since you asked, I am going there on purpose. Yes, it's Nebraska. Yes, the climate is even colder there. Yes, the football stadium when filled is the third largest city in the state. And of course, they have a freakin' unicameral legislature. Man, what year do they think this is? Forget it! Trip canceled!
Oh wait, I don't care. I'll just be there for a few years anyway. In all seriousness, though, there is something that scares me about grad school. I won't be living in a dorm anymore.
Believe me, if it was financially viable for me to do so, I would have moved off campus years ago. Now, I'm going to be thrust into a foreign land and will have to fend for myself. What about cooking? I figure I can only eat Mac and Cheese for about 119 days straight (and I still lost the bet), so I'll have to start cooking for myself.
Now don't get me wrong, I can do breakfast foods and stuff on the grill, but that is the man's domain of the kitchen. (Oh no, there I go being a pig again. C'mon. Tell me your Dad isn't the guy to do the grilling. Thought so. Let the flame wars begin!) I've learned a few dinner recipes from my parentals and my girlfriend, but my repertoire is going to have to expand greatly if I am to survive. If my picture on this site starts looking like Ghandi, please come over and feed me.
I think that might have to be it for tonight, folks. I've got a big day ahead of me, so I'll need my rest. (-10 man points.) What?! -10 points?! You ho-bag. How dare you! (Okay, -5, but only because you used the term 'ho-bag.') Sweet.
Is that a hyphenated word?
Thought for the Day
As long as I don't forget to wear pants for my audition, it'll at least be better than the last one.
You laugh, but have you ever seen Shine or The Competition. Pantsless Pianists are a common theme in both.
(Oh, like I've never heard that joke before. Ha ha. I'm a pianist. Very funny. Did you also know I'm graduating with a Bachelor of Music? Laugh it up, funny anonymous person. I'll get you some day. I have your IP address.)
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