DEAR JMU: I am writing my application in blood.
Once upon a time I gave a crap about Environmental Systems Labs.
That was last week.
As of last friday, highschool can officially fuck itself.
All night long.
With candles, champagne, and Barry Manilow.
I just NEED TO GET INTO COLLEGE.
That is my one and only goal. finito.
Once I get an acceptance letter, I will probably scream and throw confetti everywhere and spend the rest of the day driving
really fast and eating lots of icecream and having dance parties and playing vodka pong and getting laid
and all those other things that i really can just DO because damn, i will be
ACCEPTED
GOING TO COLLEGE.
I can't wait to get thrown headfirst into the real world
(I will probably get a concussion)
That was last week.
As of last friday, highschool can officially fuck itself.
All night long.
With candles, champagne, and Barry Manilow.
I just NEED TO GET INTO COLLEGE.
That is my one and only goal. finito.
Once I get an acceptance letter, I will probably scream and throw confetti everywhere and spend the rest of the day driving
really fast and eating lots of icecream and having dance parties and playing vodka pong and getting laid
and all those other things that i really can just DO because damn, i will be
ACCEPTED
GOING TO COLLEGE.
I can't wait to get thrown headfirst into the real world
(I will probably get a concussion)