For looooove or money.
I've been getting a lot of literature about college in the mail lately, from universities all over and it's pretty flattering but ten times more intimidating. The thought that in two years I'll be on my own scares the ... everything out of me. It makes me want to throw up and die and at the same time, I have never been more excited for anything in my life.
I got a pamphlet (har har har, with illustrations, hahaha ... I need to stop) from Columbia University and it sounds brilliant (of course it does, it is brilliant). I just wish that I was smart enough, even close to being smart enough, to go there. I mean, I'm probably relatively smart. I'm taking the hardest class I've ever had this year and I've had a B+/A- all year.
My parents want me to go to Mizzou because it's basically two and a half minutes away but I have a superiority complex and am much too ambitious to stay in Columbia. I'm ambitious in a way that I want to do everything, I just don't know at what I want to do. Which makes no sense, even to me.
But they are agreeing on something (which I'm pretty sure hasn't happened in about eight years) and it's weird. My dad says he'd pay for me to live in an apartment and I wouldn't have to pay rent and he would buy me a car ... if I went to Mizzou. Bribery? Of course not.
Sorry ... I mostly just wanted to tell someone that wasn't my mom or Kelsey. Alas.