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it's hard to willingly deprive yourself of something you love so much.
i want chocolateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
in other news...
umm yeah, there is no other news. my life is boring.
i was thinking today about the different people that got into michigan (vivek sengupta.... im sorry... didnt he get EXPELLED for fucking SELLING DRUGS in the fucking SCHOOL PARKING LOT??) and how this is all bullshit. if whitney terrell, who apparently mostly got C's while she was at country day, can get into michigan, why the FUCK can't i?? i consider myself a fairly well-rounded, friendly, and, uh, ambitious (damn slacker this year) person. all im trying to do is go to an extremely appropriate school after leaving country day. so why can't mrs. lindsley fucking get it in her head that i HAVE to get into this school? no, i dont want to go to msu for a semester; i want to be a part of the new student orientation hustle and bustle that happens throughout august. i want to meet my roommate, decorate my dorm, select my classes, and party my fucking ass off at MICHIGAN. yeah sure msu's fine, but as my dad reminds me every time i go out, msu is not what he paid $120,000 for. it's not that i just want to please my dad or my sister. i want to please myself. i want to be proud of my work and all i learned at country day. i want to go to my dream school, just like every other high school senior wants. when i visited michigan i fell in love with it. i used to want to live in a big city, then i realized that that was too big, then i visited michigan and found perfection in ann arbor. and also, when i'm in a class listening to someone who has already been accepted into michigan talk, and make some kind of a mistake that i KNOW you would be expected to know at michigan, i just have to sigh and wonder why mrs. lindsley found this person so appealing and not me. it is upsetting and frustrating, and i dont want to deal with this anymore. i dont want to have to tell the next adult that asks me that no, i don't know where im going to school next year and that im still "waiting" to hear from michigan... aka, they deferred my sorry ass. so, moral of the story is: my life will fucking suck donkey balls if i don't get into michigan. and waiting since december has been fucking killing me.
at least my uggs are arriving tomorrow. yay for consumerism! always there to make you feel shallow and materialistic after a day filled with needless emotions.