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oh, my life, my life. what has become of my life?
i have four applications left (nyu-cmu-mcgill-gw)...and a peer recommendation to get virginia into dartmouth...and an eight-page english paper on "envy and gender inequality" due...today.
my life, my life. this does Not feel like christmas break...i haven't changed out of my pajamas (well, i change my pajamas and take showers, but i haven't stopped wearing pajamas. except when my father goes to work, because, as the rest of my family is on vacation without us, the house is empty, and no one wears significant amounts of clothing in an empty house.) and have simply been adapting/generating/mutilating essays and reiterating the birthplace of my parents and my indecision about a college major. overandoverandover.
enough of That.
i've developed an addiction to annie's macaroni and cheese. preferably the white cheddar kind, but i'll eat the alfredo or orange kind if it's all we have...i don't get hungry at all, but i crave said boxfood. hence, it composes two to three of my meals per day.
mmm. organic.
that's what will happen to me in college/after...i'll get hooked on some food, likely unhealthy, and it will be all that i eat. chips and salsa, maybe. or popcorn. bread was semi-ruined by working at loafers, else bread/cheese/wine would have been a viable option.
my parents gave me wine at christmas eve dinner. (we had fondues--cheese and meat. although obviously i didn't eat the latter, it gave me great pleasure to see small red cubes cooking in front of me. cavemanish. and the cheese fondue was kickass.) i was a fan; i'm generally in support of children having earlier exposure to alcohol at home...europe doesn't have the problem with teen alcohol abuse that the u.s. does (they do, but different. culturally different.) and europe is the epitome (partially just because i'm not there.)
not linear today. and work in an hour...meaning my english essay will be done tonight, between 8 PM and 8 tomorrow morning. hopefully. send me an email and ask me how much dead i am.
i have four applications left (nyu-cmu-mcgill-gw)...and a peer recommendation to get virginia into dartmouth...and an eight-page english paper on "envy and gender inequality" due...today.
my life, my life. this does Not feel like christmas break...i haven't changed out of my pajamas (well, i change my pajamas and take showers, but i haven't stopped wearing pajamas. except when my father goes to work, because, as the rest of my family is on vacation without us, the house is empty, and no one wears significant amounts of clothing in an empty house.) and have simply been adapting/generating/mutilating essays and reiterating the birthplace of my parents and my indecision about a college major. overandoverandover.
enough of That.
i've developed an addiction to annie's macaroni and cheese. preferably the white cheddar kind, but i'll eat the alfredo or orange kind if it's all we have...i don't get hungry at all, but i crave said boxfood. hence, it composes two to three of my meals per day.
mmm. organic.
that's what will happen to me in college/after...i'll get hooked on some food, likely unhealthy, and it will be all that i eat. chips and salsa, maybe. or popcorn. bread was semi-ruined by working at loafers, else bread/cheese/wine would have been a viable option.
my parents gave me wine at christmas eve dinner. (we had fondues--cheese and meat. although obviously i didn't eat the latter, it gave me great pleasure to see small red cubes cooking in front of me. cavemanish. and the cheese fondue was kickass.) i was a fan; i'm generally in support of children having earlier exposure to alcohol at home...europe doesn't have the problem with teen alcohol abuse that the u.s. does (they do, but different. culturally different.) and europe is the epitome (partially just because i'm not there.)
not linear today. and work in an hour...meaning my english essay will be done tonight, between 8 PM and 8 tomorrow morning. hopefully. send me an email and ask me how much dead i am.