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So on the Facebook group for the people I'll be at DePaul with, someone suggested we start a softball team. I'm completely "meh" towards that idea, and I seriously hope I'm not spending the next 3 years with uber-jocks, but in the discussion of potential team names, someone else came up with "The Liti-gators" and said we should all wear Lacoste polos.
I'm totally going to the right place.
I'm also afraid I'm going to be the ugliest girl in my class. Judging by the Facebook photos, all the pretty girls in this half of the country decided, "Hey, let's go to DePaul just to fuck with that Vanover girl!" Mass conspiracy.
Oh well. After my Christmas present to myself (smaller nose and bigger boobs) I won't have anything to worry about (besides my crippling social awkwardness).
How weird will that post-holiday reunion be?
"Oh, Ashley, you look different..."
"Hmm, gee, it must be these new glasses I bought."
I was actually thinking about trying to schedule this nonsense for the long Labor Day weekend, but I'm not sure how I feel about gallivanting across the city with a giant bandage across my nose and two black eyes. Oh, and the pain. Can't forget that.
I'm totally going to the right place.
I'm also afraid I'm going to be the ugliest girl in my class. Judging by the Facebook photos, all the pretty girls in this half of the country decided, "Hey, let's go to DePaul just to fuck with that Vanover girl!" Mass conspiracy.
Oh well. After my Christmas present to myself (smaller nose and bigger boobs) I won't have anything to worry about (besides my crippling social awkwardness).
How weird will that post-holiday reunion be?
"Oh, Ashley, you look different..."
"Hmm, gee, it must be these new glasses I bought."
I was actually thinking about trying to schedule this nonsense for the long Labor Day weekend, but I'm not sure how I feel about gallivanting across the city with a giant bandage across my nose and two black eyes. Oh, and the pain. Can't forget that.