Burning "Butt-Fats" for a Cause

As I was reading the New York Times a while ago before my thrice-a-week workout, my focus kept on deviating from the material I was reading, the corruption that transpired in Iraq after the U.S. effort to subdue the insurgency. The newspaper, instead of being a post-study measure to reduce my post-study stress, gave me such a headache. It made my thoughts diffuse in tangents! Apparently, I was worried about the upcoming SAT while I was reading something so stupid. If President George Bush didn't see that this malfeasance in the Iraqi government was coming, I would be more suited to take his place as president.

Anyway, if I would garble about the thing I just read, my idea would be tangential from the topic. Nevertheless, the material gave me a first-person view on how the world is pretty much fucked up right now. And you know what, I don't even care. That's why I think I'm crazy.

I have been studying my ass off for the past few weeks for the SAT. Okay, maybe ASS is a strong word; Let me replace it with... DERRIERE. I feel like I'm getting so worried that I might be epileptic-crazy on test day, if you know what I mean. I cannot handle this stress anymore. My financial and educational future is at stake here!

I went to this college convention in Westchester two weeks ago and I interviewed a number of prospect school representatives. One school, or program if you will, is "Sophie Davis."

What is this "Sophie Davis?" Let's cut right to the chase. Sophie Davis is an organization that selects seventy students fresh out of highschool a year to go straight to medical school for just SEVEN years. Unbelieveable? You better believe it. That's the 'friggin reason why I'm burning my butt-fats so badly sitting on a chair 5-6 hours every 'friggin day.

I hope I'll make it or I'll get crazier and rot in some horrid asylum in the middle of nowhere.

God help me.