Te amo, universidad, te amo.
So here it is, my official LJ announcement: I am going to UCLA for college next year. That is, granted, that I don't fuck my life up forever by, oh, I don't know, not passing Trig/Math 4 (worst class ever) and getting rescinded. But I'm trying to see the slightly half full side here.
I was just looking at the housing site and it made me unhealthily excited. It's way out of my family's price range, but I want to live in one of the schweet tricked-out new plazas with air conditioning and private baths.
I'd still have roommates (which I want) but just with a way nicer, bigger living space.
Haaaaa. I'm confused as to how one gets on that really high bed in the triple occupancy room. A roommate on stilts perhaps?
Either way, this sudden rush has made me want to give the proverbial middle finger to high school even more than usual.
OH, and they let you request roommates. I might request James, if he decides he's going to go there soon. And promises to bring his razor scooter with him to LA.