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October 18, 2010
Today’s pizza was brewed on some reflections of F. SCOTT FITZGERALD’s MAY DAY which pleased me very thoroughly. This was mostly some post-WWII-I’m-of-some-yale-ilk-bullshit. A bunch of young boys running around New York buying silk ties, fucking poor white girls, and getting drunk at distinguished fraternity dances. I think this line summarizes the book nicely, “She had been kissed once and made love to six times.” The whole book feels really nice. SPOILER: It’s especially pleasing to read about Yale boys named Gordon getting drunk and depressed because they’ve stumbled into poverty so they end up killing themselves. I’ve only met one and a half Yale children in my day and though they seemed nice and on level ground I have this strange feeling that all graduates of Yale end up killing themselves at some point which makes me feel a little guilty because I threw ice cubes at the only Yale boy I’ve ever met. This other time I went to a bookstore and saw a girl who was the daughter of a Yale poet and I told her that her boots were old and she took this as a compliment and then I left the book store. Also, I think my friend Fancy Boy has a Yale sweatshirt and he wears it to holiday gatherings and now his family is very worried he is going to kill himself. To be honest, Yale seems okay. My bitterness is the result of the last fourteen months I’ve spent attending Brown University. I am pretty sure the inferiority of Brown University has made me a bad person in the sense that I kind of wish everyone from Harvard, Yale, and Colunbia would pull a Gordon and press a bullet into their temple.

Today’s pizza was brewed on some reflections of F. SCOTT FITZGERALD’s MAY DAY which pleased me very thoroughly. This was mostly some post-WWII-I’m-of-some-yale-ilk-bullshit. A bunch of young boys running around New York buying silk ties, fucking poor white girls, and getting drunk at distinguished fraternity dances. I think this line summarizes the book nicely, “She had been kissed once and made love to six times.” The whole book feels really nice. SPOILER: It’s especially pleasing to read about Yale boys named Gordon getting drunk and depressed because they’ve stumbled into poverty so they end up killing themselves. I’ve only met one and a half Yale children in my day and though they seemed nice and on level ground I have this strange feeling that all graduates of Yale end up killing themselves at some point which makes me feel a little guilty because I threw ice cubes at the only Yale boy I’ve ever met. This other time I went to a bookstore and saw a girl who was the daughter of a Yale poet and I told her that her boots were old and she took this as a compliment and then I left the book store. Also, I think my friend Fancy Boy has a Yale sweatshirt and he wears it to holiday gatherings and now his family is very worried he is going to kill himself. To be honest, Yale seems okay. My bitterness is the result of the last fourteen months I’ve spent attending Brown University. I am pretty sure the inferiority of Brown University has made me a bad person in the sense that I kind of wish everyone from Harvard, Yale, and Colunbia would pull a Gordon and press a bullet into their temple.