Shakespeare is beating me up from beyond the grave.
I got my rejection letter from Stanford yesterday. I guess I had even less a chance of getting in there. They accepted 2 students out of 40.
Why won't you laugh?
...
Why can't you laugh?
This kind of means that I will be doing some kind of Shakespeare this summer.
It also means I might attend a Shakespeare college instead of a PhD program.
Shakespeare hates me.
So I will walk without care / Beat my snare / Look like the man who means business
Go to all the poshest places / With their familiar faces / Terminate all kinds of weakness
All for the sake
All for the sake
Of a foolish love.
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