February 3, 2004

• So…I realize i have mentioned this on several occasions, but many of my entries appear to start with so. I nee something more creative. Perhaps a theme song and/or epic intro

  nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah….*BATMAN!*…erm….*RVEBLADE*

  Continuing on in the saga of the epic life of our skinny, pale protagonist…

  I received med school rejection letter numero 5 today. That means I have only 11 more schools left to hear from until I am officially a bum. However, all hope is not lost. Out of 20 schools, i should receive 3-5 interviews or about 1 for every 5 schools i apply to. I will not start to panic until i have been rejected by exactly half the schools without receiving any indication that i am a worthwhile human being. However, I must admit this constant rejection is frustrating. Last time i got this many shutdowns, I was looking for a date

  However, one irritating fact is this. Far Far Far too much importance is placed on the GPA. Many schools will tell you they look at a diverse number of factors. This is an outright lie, unless you are a diversity requirement filler yourself. Not too say that good test scores and numerous leadership and volunteer activities hurt my applications…far from it. However, since i do not have the sparkling, lemony fresh 3.8 and above GPA produced by your standard pre-med applicant, my pleas for acceptance all too often fall on deaf ears. I happen to know for a fact that several of the people I went to highschool with cheated on numerous exams throughout college to maintain such sparkling grades, and i would not be in the least surprised to learn they cheated on their MCAT’s as well. One of those peope is currently enrolled in harvard medical school, and the other is in St. Louis. Both excellent schools, both welcoming with open arms people who in a fair world would not be allowed within 20 feet of any position of authority or influence. Yet here i sit, having done everything i was told would make me a good applicant and more besides, and all i have to show for it is the same empty smile and congratulations offered to every other friend who tells me almost daily of their acceptance to this or that school while I still have yet to receive an interview. There is an important lesson in this fact. it is this

  LIFE IS NOT FAIR

  many people seem to forget this. many more seem to expect it. I am sorry to disillusion you. All too often it is the villain who prevails, the idiot who gets the praise, the sycophant who receives the recognition, and people who quietly sat waiting for their just desserts receive just nothing. In the long run, I would like to believe that karma will ensure the people will get what is coming to them. In the short run, it doesn’t matter at all, aside from serving to illuminate the one key rule stated above.

  Aside from that minor setback, got to party with capoeira people over the weekend, and play poker with wendy and other folks as well. Poker is monjo fun and the more peepz the better. There is something just so relaxing about gambling…a scary thought, i know. Capoeira wise, as soon as my lazy (and poor) ass gets to studio, i should start improving…thank goodness for capoeira which provides an outlet for the occasional negative energy i generate…and thanks even more to all the capoeira people who it is impossible to maintain any sort of bad mood around. There is no arguing with that muh friendliness and good cheer. none. at all. so ha.

  My collection of swords and daggers is growing by leaps and bounds, and i am sooo happy…i need to put a pic of it up at some point, I love my pointy things.

  In direct contradiction to all of my previously statements over the years, I am now actually considering getting a tattoo. Why? I honestly don’t know…I just like the idea. I not going to do it at least until i graduate, in case it is a phase i am going through…but if i do…it will be japanese kanji and either integrity, honor, wisdom, or ghost. For anyone wondering, ghost becuase it has been a name that has followed me for a looong looong time through track, raving, and even capoeira (Fantasma)…due to my paleness. Also, the kanji for it looks damn cool. And to go along with the ink, i would desperately like a motorcycle…which is NOT a phase, as I have wanted one for the last 5 years, but have been expressly forbidden from purchasing one while living under my parents roof…

  I am whiny today…scuse me while i go smack myself. Otherwise…happy thoughts and good times to all

  -Josh

  “Her eyes were cold and harsh….which made them tough to chew”

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