Typically that’s what you get when you sand an entire deck… sawdust. I, while causing a great deal of discomfort to myself, sanded an entire deck. The whole damn thing. When I was done sanding it, I sealed it and stained. I know, I know, you must be wondering how I can have so much fun in one sitting. Well it’s a mystery to me too. Not to sound ungreatful… but I hate that stupid friggin’ deck. I hope it gets hit by lightning and burns down. I do.

All fun’in aside, the deck is actually quite the marvel of modern engineering. Most importantly though, it’s done. So, I can probably stop bitching about it.

Tomorrow I won’t be working on the deck. Instead I’m going to Harvard. The school. You know, that really good one that you didn’t get in to. Don’t feel bad. Neither did I. Not that I even bothered applying mind you, but that certainly counts towards not being accepted. Regardless of my subconscience animosity towards schools that are better than mine, I’m going. Mostly to support my little brother as he tries to decide where “the best 4 years” of his life will be spent. My brother, star athlete extrodinare, has been recruited by the following schools in the past month (!): Harvard, Dartmouth, Yale, Brown, UConn, Virgina Tech, Georgia Tech, Notre Dame, Georgia Southern, Florida State, Penn State, Marist, Columbia, Yale, Cornell, UNC, Univ Rhode Island, NC State, Florida Atlantic, Boston College and Tuffs. Geez, I wish I had that many schools trying to recruit me. I had Mass Art, SMFA: Boston and SCAD and I don’t even consider those as having recruited anything. Those are the three that sent me a catalog. So, with all those choices my brother will certainly have a tough and I’m sure heartbraking time deciding what Ivy league schools to turn down. That’s where I come in. I’ve been chosen as a “neutral observer” on campus sight-seeing trips. Apparently, having been to college affords me the ability to find fault in them, thus giving me a generous amounts of things to make fun of. The less I make fun of a school, the better it’s chances are. If I were a betting man, and I’m not, I would probably put money on Harvard being a school I could find little fault in. But I’ll certainly try. It’s my duty to firmly ground my little brothers hopes and dreams and possibly step on them a few times until they look like something humanly obtainable.

So, that’s where I’ll be tomorrow. Of course, there’s the obvious side benefit of infact being in Boston. The best place on the planet. No joke. Chris can back me up on this one. And, not surprisingly, Harvard happens to be located near my favorite place… Harvard Square. What an conincidence. I guess I’ll be forced to visit all my favorite stores. What a life.


PS: As I’ve apparently taken the “sarcasm pill” tonight. I will appologize if my sarcasm is so plentiful that it drips onto other things. If you’re not a fan of Matt Brand Sarcasm, I’m afriad you’re out of luck. We’re all sold out of “mild sarcasm” tonight. All we’ve got left is the strong stuff. Hehehe.