Greetings from way too sunny Nevada
Yes, so, here I am. There are no internets at the mother's house, but that is supposed to be fixed sometime tomorrow, 3-5, I think. Fair enough. The story of yesterday was an epic one, but one to be saved for later because the mother is almost finished eating.
So I'm sick. The throat is very much dead, but otherwise I feel fine. I got here at about 10:30 yesterday morning, collapsed into a profound comatose state around six that evening, and woke up this morning at around two. I can't really talk that well, but yeah, I'm pretty much okay. :)
It's kind of frustrating, I was looking through this book I was given randomly the last time I took the PSAT, and it's college essays. They, for the most part, are truly pitiful, but the accomplishments of the students on the other hand are pretty impressive. So that's why they got accepted to college, kthx. Honestly, I feel deceived in reading though this thing called 'College Essays that Made a Difference' when they were obviously not a deciding factor. I've been thinking about applying to more colleges, but I don't know if I will end up doing that. There's only so much I can write about, since my experience is fairly limited, and essays are what would make people like me, because I'm rather mediocre everywhere else. But then I don't know if I can write essays that are all right or if I can just make people feel sorry for me. But that's stupid, because you can think things, and you can be sure, but that's too easy. It's like what Mama was saying today, that I have a problem accepting that people like me and that I let other people decide if I'm good enough and all those typical emo teenage dramas. I guess she's right, but you can't always believe her. It's kind of tricky to tell sometimes. But you can't do something and then pretend that you didn't have a part in it. That's just dishonest, and honesty is a virtue, ain't it?
So, while you're here, keep me sane?
I'll stalk the flist when the internets get themselves together tomorrow, because Mama is wanting to leave now.
I love everybody and see you soon. ♥ Time to nurse my IC Mango.
So I'm sick. The throat is very much dead, but otherwise I feel fine. I got here at about 10:30 yesterday morning, collapsed into a profound comatose state around six that evening, and woke up this morning at around two. I can't really talk that well, but yeah, I'm pretty much okay. :)
It's kind of frustrating, I was looking through this book I was given randomly the last time I took the PSAT, and it's college essays. They, for the most part, are truly pitiful, but the accomplishments of the students on the other hand are pretty impressive. So that's why they got accepted to college, kthx. Honestly, I feel deceived in reading though this thing called 'College Essays that Made a Difference' when they were obviously not a deciding factor. I've been thinking about applying to more colleges, but I don't know if I will end up doing that. There's only so much I can write about, since my experience is fairly limited, and essays are what would make people like me, because I'm rather mediocre everywhere else. But then I don't know if I can write essays that are all right or if I can just make people feel sorry for me. But that's stupid, because you can think things, and you can be sure, but that's too easy. It's like what Mama was saying today, that I have a problem accepting that people like me and that I let other people decide if I'm good enough and all those typical emo teenage dramas. I guess she's right, but you can't always believe her. It's kind of tricky to tell sometimes. But you can't do something and then pretend that you didn't have a part in it. That's just dishonest, and honesty is a virtue, ain't it?
So, while you're here, keep me sane?
I'll stalk the flist when the internets get themselves together tomorrow, because Mama is wanting to leave now.
I love everybody and see you soon. ♥ Time to nurse my IC Mango.