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
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That's really quite amusing, because as I was sitting at the airport I had the most Lurid Presentiments of Death, and I was Afeared, but that was probably the Random Sickness which I am now experiencing. But I hate planes, truly. I detest the idea of being twenty-some thousand feet in the air, that is so frightening and not natural at all. ;_;
Ach, college essays. After reading through this book I sadly have little to no faith in them. In most cases, anyhow. Srsly omg, if you're the captain of the football team, a National Merit Scholar, get 2200 on the SATs, are a "Leader In Your Community omg lol," editor of the yearbook, and saved five children from a burning building, yeah, then I think that will have some effect on the admissions committee's decision, at least more of one than any essay could. I am so very glad I read this thing after applying, because I probably would have gone and hidden myself somewhere and Wept Bitterly if I had read it beforehand and been like WOES I HAVE NO FUTURE in general. Because Emily is an Emo Creature in such ways, hoyes. But then, essays probably do matter since it's like Oh Wait You Are a Real Person Who Just Happened to Do All of These Things, but it's easier to look at all these shiny thingies instead of at an essay. And that is supposed to signify something Far Greater and More Significant that probably has something to do with my fervent belief that in the minds of Academia a student = a number, but yes, that's what I ended up saying. In summary - Dear Princeton Fucking Review, Please to be showing us some Not Mind-Blowingly Awesome People and their essays, for it shall instill in us the general populace a certain measure of confidence. Little Love, Emily the Cynical.
Alas, why I am debating applying elsewhere. I daresay four and a half hours might not be far enough away. The mother is like "Yeah so like, do what you want to do, visit when you can. *is across the country anyway*" but the father with increasing emoness is like "OMG EMILY DON'T LEAVE ME IF YOU GO I'LL HAVE NO ONE." and I'm like "Daddy Daddy Daddy you'll be perfectly okay and it's not like I'm falling off the face of the planet and I'm so sorry but I can't be around all the time." Because sure I feel a little guilty and like I'm maybe subconsciously trying to get out of any obligations to him, but this is the time of one's life where one has to go out and begin to do her own thing, and so I can't feel too badly about it because that's not practical and so what if I'm being selfish, that isn't an excuse to not do something that is important to the rest of my life, thank you.
But that's boring and I want to know about all you, m'dear! Have you decided at all where you want to go since everyone seems to want you? :D This is pretty much too exciting for life and eeeee you see, we all told you that you pwned the world and that it would be obvious to everyone that this was so! It is a universal truth, to be completely honest.
Bah, the west coast is not as cool as the east coast, but it'll do for a week. I'm finding all sorts of things I had forgotten I had. xD
♥&hearts♥ x 2486470192720486183790275018379307!
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