They're processing my application for FSU...agh. Just tell me already! I swear, this has been the longest month ever. Guidance said we're supposed to find out by the end of next week. We better. I'm fairly positive I'll get in, but I just want to know. I just want to know that I have something to look forward to, and I want a piece of paper making it official.
I'm planning on kicking my parents' ass in Scrabble tonight. Then they will have to bow down and call me Queen of Milton Bradley because I rule.
I feel so incredibly stressed out, and the only reason I can think of is so small in retrospect. Not "there-are-starving-kids-in-Ethiopia" small, but "what-the-hell-does-this-matter?" small. Why do I continue to do things to please my mother?
Or maybe it's because I woke up to my mom yelling at me this morning. For something I had no control over.
Mick and Taylor were supposed to be here this weekend. F-ing hurricane.
On a positive note, I've been a lot better since I made a little change in my life.
I found more material for my bed collage...oh, and I found a bed that I love. (In case you don't know, I've had my bunk beds since I was 2, and I need a grown up bed).
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