June 20, 2004

Dear Madison,

Please stop sucking. I was all excited to meet Nate, the first blogger whom I would meet in real life, when I get an email from you that exposed your crappiness. You had called two weeks earlier to ask my Major so I could be placed with the proper advisor. While we were on the phone, you told me that I made it into the session on June 25-26, so I asked off from work those days and made plans to meet up with Nate once I met with a few landlords to find an apartment.

However. I get an email from you Sunday afternoon, which was a shock because who would have thought you'd be open on a Sunday in the summer, asking me to repeat the information you had called to verify two weeks prior. You then mentioned that once you had that information, you would sign me up for the proper registration session.

Au contraire, I said in a snotty French accent. I already have plans for this week. I will be attending this week's registration, to which you reply "Um, we're not sure." The same problem happened to me last year, so I made sure to verify my dates as to ask off work. Now I find that you have failed.

You are a failure, Registration Department at UW Madison. Please stop sucking, or I will be forced to resent you forever.

Love,
Bob.

(edit: Apparently, some one got sick and had to reschedule, so everything works out and I'm good for this weekend. Still, Madison can bite me.)
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.