wayne hate

as previously discussed, i was a husky kid who watched ghostbusters a ton. luckily for me, i was also spoiled. this meant i had a proton pack, trap, ghostbusters firehouse and a projector flashlight that made ghosts appear on my basement walls. one of them was this stupid granny toy from "the real ghostbusters." i had like 8 of her. she sucked. 

the projector flashlight had a special card that, with the purchase of like 10 boxes of cereal, gave me an extra disk of projector ghosts for my basement wall. i obliged and waited patiently. eventually i forgot about the disk because i was like 8 years old and every time the ice cream truck came by i lost my train of thought. 

finally, one day in middle school, the disk arrived. this was in the "i am too cool for anything but chuck taylors and the spin doctors" phase of my life. not only was i confused about the disk arriving, but i opened it in front of a peer who was very mean and often made me purchase no fear shirts in order to hang out with her. she laughed at me. a ton. i resented the mail and probably threw it out in front of her to prove how cool i was. 

... why can't mail arrive when you want it to? 

i have been waiting for my answer on my PhD application for a few weeks. the website (lied) told me that I could expect the process to take a few weeks. I gave them four weeks and then called to check in. they saw that four and raised me a summer. apparently they plan to read my entry this fall. thanks.

hopefully that letter holds the same level of importance when it finally arrives. and hopefully that jerk from 8th grade isn't with me when i open it.