Almost literally.... let me explain.
This past weekend I sent in all my college applications. Talk about a weight off my shoulders. I am SO glad that they are all finally done and sent. They have been hanging over me for months and now that they are all done it is nice to know that there is nothing more I can do. It all rests in the admission officers hand's. The hands that better warmly welcome me to everywhere I applied.......... I don't take rejection well. Actually, not being accepted I guess is okay with me, I have a lot of options that are all pretty feasible and some options that are bit of a stretch.
But the sweet part is I promised myself I would make a cake just for me to eat once all my applications were in. I haven't done it yet... but it will happen.... eventually...
I know you care about this, that's why I blogged about it... der.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Dear...
The trumpet player in Marching Band who thinks he is SO much cooler than everyone else,
Yeah, hi. YOU'RE IN MARCHING BAND! (Although I personally think marching band is cooler than penguins, let's face the facts, in the high school world marching band is not the super coolest place to be). ACCEPT THIS and get over your holier than thou attitude, nothing makes you special son.
The girl at work who keeps telling me how to do my job,
Uhm.... you have been here a week and I have been here at least 3 months (that's longer). STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO, especially since you aren't good at it!
My Biology teacher,
Stop telling us stuff is "super informal" and then giving us D's (sincerely, the whole class).
Little brother,
Stop leaving your underwear and socks on our bathroom floor. For reals.
Taco Bell,
I love you.
October,
Could you actually BE October? I am not okay with this 85 degree weather. I want to be cold! I want to wear boots!
Gas,
Be less expensive! I cannot survive if I have to shell (haha, get it?) $60 every time I fill my car up. Never mind the fact that my car drinks a tank for breakfast.
The guy from the Ukraine that reads my blog,
Thanks bro. You make me feel internationally famous. (Or if you are a girl... thanks gur).
Yeah, hi. YOU'RE IN MARCHING BAND! (Although I personally think marching band is cooler than penguins, let's face the facts, in the high school world marching band is not the super coolest place to be). ACCEPT THIS and get over your holier than thou attitude, nothing makes you special son.
The girl at work who keeps telling me how to do my job,
Uhm.... you have been here a week and I have been here at least 3 months (that's longer). STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO, especially since you aren't good at it!
My Biology teacher,
Stop telling us stuff is "super informal" and then giving us D's (sincerely, the whole class).
Little brother,
Stop leaving your underwear and socks on our bathroom floor. For reals.
Taco Bell,
I love you.
October,
Could you actually BE October? I am not okay with this 85 degree weather. I want to be cold! I want to wear boots!
Gas,
Be less expensive! I cannot survive if I have to shell (haha, get it?) $60 every time I fill my car up. Never mind the fact that my car drinks a tank for breakfast.
The guy from the Ukraine that reads my blog,
Thanks bro. You make me feel internationally famous. (Or if you are a girl... thanks gur).
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