I found myself at a loss of the word 'acronym' moments ago, yet I am now set to graduate from my university (of the Rutgers New Brunswick variety). Transcripts are in, I'm calling myself a winner.
Now, a BA means BS to me, and those aren't acronyms anyway. And the omniscient spellchecker is contradicting my contractions, so screw it. My brain-loss can probably be attributed to the past five days I spent at Fusion Festival, in Lärz, Germany. It was a total adventure into partyland; magical forests, crazy structural installations, glowing things and people of all kinds (but mostly of the cool variety) infiltrating the music, non-stop all hours funshow.
Well, it's all still sinking in and I'll be wishing I had more pictures, but check out FLICKRFUSION2009. It's not as if I could showcase how awesome my time was. Best of all, I must say, was the incredible surprising good fortune I had to get a chance to see Ratatat perform, so I may as well have died happy and been reborn ecstatic as I left that sweaty room. And I did, and I was, and I stayed up and partied all through the night, into the light, unlike the advice from Poltergeist.
The graduation thing is taking time to sink in, too. I won't have a diploma until October, and not even a ceremony (I don't want any ritual observances from Rutgers, please, God). I'm just looking forward to celebrating with my friends who went through it with me, and those who must yet persist in their educations, and for those whose life is education, as we all live and learn through anything if we persist (and insist, and desist [from intravenous drugs, please]). And Rutgers taught me shit that a non-flying ape could have thrown at me. It hasn't made me a man or a mind. I am both of those anyway. And so, we make this work.
~electro sizzles
P.S. I wanna give a shout out to Michael Jackson, although he won't hear it.
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