Sunset on SATs
Mission 1.
Mission Three: Live without an apartment for a month.
Mission Four: Reconnect.
I have lived in my own scattered universe for the past two weeks. My friends are angry. Heather is bummed. I am horny. It feels like college all over again. I'm a study-a-holic.
It is Friday. Many of you are probably at dinner, dropping by Blockbuster or getting ready to screw someone or something. But I will be studying, as I have been doing for the past month, taking practice tests, hanging at Starbucks. It is a sad state of affairs for the Lowe. He is no fun.
My ego is big enough to make me want to kick ass on the SAT test, my humility is strong enough to know how little I know. I deliberately wrote that without thinking. I am approaching burnout and poor writing really helps. So does Maxim magazine.
I have a few more weeks to go before the December 3 test. Tonight is a major cram session before tomorrow's practice test in Torrance. I even took a sick day from work today so I can study. I'm averaging about 3-4 hours of study time a day. No wonder everyone hates me. I would hate me too, given that opportunity.
Fuck me.
Alex has been taking it in stride, that bastard. Things come easy to him, but not to me. I used to sit home studying in high school. He would study on the car ride in, in between pipe hits. But the SAT was the one time when I busted my ass and kicked his. I know he has revenge on his mind, but you wouldn't know it by his study habits. I just realized I hit a dorky low by discussing study habits. Wow.
Regardless.
Oh, I haven't showered for a few days. Not even powdered. That region is on a hiatus, even from my own grasp.
So while everyone is getting drunk, enjoying a roll with a spinning coed or doing lines of coke off a chippendale's cock, think of me, alone with my tea, preparing for the most and least important test of my life.
High school sucks.
posted by Rob Lowe @ 2:51 PM
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