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We’re fine. I didn’t mean to alarm anyone; I just didn’t want people to get angry at me for not telling them things. My sister is fine. Bored. But fine. She’ll be good within a few days and fully healed in a month or so.
I guess I forgot to copy/paste to lj. I was in a car accident. I came out unharmed. My dad was in a car accident. He came out unharmed. My brother was in a car accident. He came out unharmed. My sister was in a car accident. She cracked her skull.
But she's doing okay now.
I finally finished Jane Eyre yesterday. Thank Darwin. That book was at least 250 pgs longer than it should have been. I hated how it was written. Charlotte Bronte’s writing pisses me off. I hate it when books refer to me as “reader”. Shut up. I know I’m reading this, you don’t have to be so gregarious about it. The story was okay. Predictable, but okay. I’m just glad I’m done with it.
Oh wait! I’m not. I’ve got 2 1/2 journal entries left to write for it. Let’s just hope they’re not as repetitive as my first one became.
I finished Slaughterhouse-five yesterday too. Excellent book. Really. I loved it. I love reading books. I hate studying them, or-studying them in a structured way such as through journals, or reading logs. I finished Franny and Zooey on the car ride here (pre-crash). I wasn’t a fan of all the religion-talk though I did find it interesting. I adored the characters, but I would hate them in real life. Franny cries and Zooey’s an asshole.
I’m six pages through House of Spirits and I forget what I read on pages 1-5. Something about suffragists and digging for jewels? Yeah, okay. Let’s hope the rest of this is a quick read.
I should have brought more books to Mudanjiang. I left the bulkier, heavier books at Dad’s in Beijing. The only non-lit, non-completed book I brought is Nine Stories. And while I’m sure I’d at least partially enjoy it, I’m just so sick of Salinger. Especially his characters and the way they talk with italics. It’s so pseudocivilized.
What’s with Ms. Saddic being out of the office till August 21? That is of no help as far as amending my schedule goes. Wouldn’t it have been easier for them to add Adv. Photo to my dropped Philosophy spot when I changed it back in April rather than having me come in after they mail out schedules? Answer: yes. Guidance doesn’t make sense to me.
P.S. I hate college and I’m not going. At all. I’ll work at CVS or something. I hate college. I fucking HATE college.
And I hate Williams. I hate them for making me love my visit and for making me love their school. I hate them for making me doubt Columbia. Fuck you, admissions officer who made the school so appealing and tour guide from Puerto Rico who talked about “Stressbuster Wednesdays” and masseurs and puppies! Goddammit. I’m not applying to Columbia ED. The more I think about it, the more it seems to me that the most enticing thing about that school is that it’s an Ivy in NYC. I did sincerely like it when I toured the campus, but am I forcing myself to love it so I can trick myself into thinking it’s my absolute dream school? Maybe all I want is that accomplished feeling of knowing that at the end of the year when the Spoke comes out with that map of graduation destinations people immediately look for the 8 Ivies and will see me. “Yeah, I’m going to an Ivy, bitch. Wanna do something about it?”
Everybody cares about the prestige. I don’t care what the fuck you tell yourself to convince yourself you don’t give a shit about the school’s name. If you apply to an Ivy, or to MIT, or to Duke, you fucking care what people think.
If Williams were near a big city, I would marry it. I love the small town feel of it all, but sometimes you just need to feel the pollution and hear the cars of a city.
Fuck standardized testing.
So Lieberman lost and we can’t bring liquids or gels on planes. I heard about the latter from my mom. Well then. Okay.
I’m bored. My sister needs to get out of the hospital and my aunt or cousin needs to come by and take me/us shopping. I earned a decent amount at the hotel. Small change when converted to USD, but here, it’s burning a hole through my very Asian board shorts.
I want a haircut. This entry was too long for all the nothing that it said. It was more for me than for you.
Sorry.