the doctor came in stinking of gin, and proceeded to lie on the table.
today is the one-year anniversary of one of the strangest days in my life.
it probably doesnt seem like it was a particularly strange day.
but it was absolutely one of the worst.
and kind of one of the better ones, too.
its accepted students day, here.
and the date is not exactly one year from when i attended this function, but i dont really care.
i drove to sacred heart university with my mum and we went through all of the motions of this event.
then, we got in the car and joked about how we were glad that i wouldnt have to go here because i had so many options and that it was so ugly and that we didnt like anything at all about it.
then andrea called me on the way home and told me that she got into fairfield university.
so i got home and went on the computer and found out that i did not, in fact, get into fairfield university.
i also opened my mail and found out that i did not get into boston college or providence college.
i had applied to a few other schools, too, and i just didnt like them, either.
i was so scared, a year ago.
i cried so hard that i couldnt breathe and my mum had to steading my breathing by doing an exercise.
i was so scared,
that was the night of daves toga party, which i determined i would still attend, and andrea was going to meet me at my house and i was going to drive us.
she came abaout fifteen minutes late because she stopped at roche brothers and bought me a huge cookie.
i love her so much for everything about her.
then we drove to daves and hit a racoon in the car, which was horrible, but it got up and walked away, which was creepy but good.
and the toga party was so, so, so fun.
and, surrounded by the people whom i love, i decided that i would find a way to be happy where ever i did end up at school.
and then i was asked to my senior prom.
it probably doesnt seem like it was a particularly strange day.
but it was absolutely one of the worst.
and kind of one of the better ones, too.
its accepted students day, here.
and the date is not exactly one year from when i attended this function, but i dont really care.
i drove to sacred heart university with my mum and we went through all of the motions of this event.
then, we got in the car and joked about how we were glad that i wouldnt have to go here because i had so many options and that it was so ugly and that we didnt like anything at all about it.
then andrea called me on the way home and told me that she got into fairfield university.
so i got home and went on the computer and found out that i did not, in fact, get into fairfield university.
i also opened my mail and found out that i did not get into boston college or providence college.
i had applied to a few other schools, too, and i just didnt like them, either.
i was so scared, a year ago.
i cried so hard that i couldnt breathe and my mum had to steading my breathing by doing an exercise.
i was so scared,
that was the night of daves toga party, which i determined i would still attend, and andrea was going to meet me at my house and i was going to drive us.
she came abaout fifteen minutes late because she stopped at roche brothers and bought me a huge cookie.
i love her so much for everything about her.
then we drove to daves and hit a racoon in the car, which was horrible, but it got up and walked away, which was creepy but good.
and the toga party was so, so, so fun.
and, surrounded by the people whom i love, i decided that i would find a way to be happy where ever i did end up at school.
and then i was asked to my senior prom.