Oh, Shut the Front Door.

Thanks, Cass, for that lovely phrase. That's what big sisters are for--to teach the little ones alternative methods of expressing rage. :]

I refuse to speak of school in this post, so don't worry about that. Nothing could prompt me to talk about that infernal place.

Here's my newest dealio:

College mail.

If I get one more letter from Grinnell College [whatever the hell that is] I'm going to light my shoes on fire.

If Evansville, Hope, Knox, Calvin, Eastern, Western, Lake Superior State, Renesselaur, Johns Hopkins, Yale, and the millions of others really think I'm interested in them, wouldn't they have to have some sort of evidence of that interest? A survey I took where I mentioned them, or a phone call? Or anything?

They have nothing. I've never even heard of most of these schools. I have no interest in them whatsoever.

In the past three days, I've gotten so much college mail that the mail barely fits inside the mailbox. I get more letters than the rest of my family combined.

My sisters are totally bogged, too, so much so that I'm considering having a bonfire this weekend just to dispose of some of it. My house is full of this crap.

Disgusting. If I wanted you, I would say so. So go away.

Please.