All I have to say is, the Financial Aid Fairies had better be really freaking nice to me.

I'm not usually the guy to complain about wasted time, because hey, infinite amounts of it over here anyway. But I would rather tunnel into the Danger Room by bashing my head into the ground than fill out the FAFSA ever again. The guy at NYU got bouncy about my test scores when I visited--why do I have to do this timesucking hell-beast, again?

And remind me to send Mom something . . . special . . . for suggesting I fill out the form with a typewriter instead of trusting my own handwriting. I mean, okay, we've probably got King Henry V's typewriter somewhere up in the attic, because this place has more antiques than the Smithsonian, but that doesn't mean I'm panting at the chance to fiddle with knobs for half an hour and still not get the formatting right. Stupid typewriters.

Actually, do they let you do the FAFSA online yet? I should check.