Chris is applying for grad school. Step one is to take the GREs. Here is the website where he found the practice exams.
I quote the movie, Office Space, when I say that I lead a "trite and meaningless life." I don't care to explain it but someday I'll look back on this post and remember how unhappy I am today. Sometimes I overlook the most obvious things because I don't care to believe them. I need to seriously examine my life.
By the time the receiving line had ended, the bride and groom's thanks sounded trite and tired.
I had a dream about a man. It wasn't really about a man. There was a man in my dream. I wanted to die. I am not sure the reason; I can't remember. Maybe I didn't even have a reason.
The man knew what I wanted. He cut me with a razor blade. It was a superficial wound. It didn't bleed much and it was not deep. But it did break the skin. It was a short cut that he made on my chest.
I realized that I didn't want to die, or maybe I just realized that I wasn't going to. I found out there were people worried about me. Marie was looking for me. She wrote a letter either to me or about me. I didn't read it. Her father wanted to talk to me and ask me what was going on with me.
Still the dream left me perplexed. Who was this man...