You'd laugh if you saw me right now
I'm typing with socks on my hands.
The chlorine in the pool is eating away at my fingers, and it's gotten to a point where I can't even tie my shoes. Today after practice I was really worried because Coach Jay said layers could just keep peeling off and then my fingers will crack and bleed (especially when it gets colder) and then it will really hurt.
So I rushed home and slathered some heavy duty cream all over my fingers and made my sister put socks over them so I could still function. I tried typing with my toes, but that wasn't very effective. Well technically it worked, I guess a better word would be efficient. Hence my typing with socks on my hands.
I applied Early Decision to Brown on Monday night. Tomorrow the school is sending in my transcript. I won't get in, and I know I won't get in unless my class rank magically jumps up to the top three, my swim times drop about 10 percent, I suddenly become fluent in 5 languages, I paint a masterpiece assigned for exhibition at the Wadsworth, and I get perfect scores on the SAT. Did I mention I need to discover a couple million dollars to donate a new library? Oh well I think my subconscious is telling me I need to do all this ED application stuff now so I won't procrastinate with my regular decision schools. And I guess applying to Brown gives me motivation to work hard this half.
I haven't posted in a very long time.
As I was driving home from practice imagining my palms with nothing attached to them, I turned left in downtown Plantsville (ahem, with a green arrow). This kid was driving a giant pick up and he was facing me, trying to turn right. Except there is a clearly visible sign that says NO RIGHT TURN and he apparently disregarded it. He honked his obnoxious horn and ended up following behind me. He was so close I could see his face. Being the safe driver that I am, I decided to slow to speed limit--a nice 30 mph joyride. Hehe that got the sucker. When I turned on my street, he revved his engine and sped away. Except there was a stop sign in front of him. Part of me wants to punch him, but mostly I pray he won't kill someone with his stupidity. Excuse me, inexperience. I'm a horrible driver, but at least I'm not a jerk about it.
I'm hungry. Nolan, there's one piece of chicken left and it wants you.
The chlorine in the pool is eating away at my fingers, and it's gotten to a point where I can't even tie my shoes. Today after practice I was really worried because Coach Jay said layers could just keep peeling off and then my fingers will crack and bleed (especially when it gets colder) and then it will really hurt.
So I rushed home and slathered some heavy duty cream all over my fingers and made my sister put socks over them so I could still function. I tried typing with my toes, but that wasn't very effective. Well technically it worked, I guess a better word would be efficient. Hence my typing with socks on my hands.
I applied Early Decision to Brown on Monday night. Tomorrow the school is sending in my transcript. I won't get in, and I know I won't get in unless my class rank magically jumps up to the top three, my swim times drop about 10 percent, I suddenly become fluent in 5 languages, I paint a masterpiece assigned for exhibition at the Wadsworth, and I get perfect scores on the SAT. Did I mention I need to discover a couple million dollars to donate a new library? Oh well I think my subconscious is telling me I need to do all this ED application stuff now so I won't procrastinate with my regular decision schools. And I guess applying to Brown gives me motivation to work hard this half.
I haven't posted in a very long time.
As I was driving home from practice imagining my palms with nothing attached to them, I turned left in downtown Plantsville (ahem, with a green arrow). This kid was driving a giant pick up and he was facing me, trying to turn right. Except there is a clearly visible sign that says NO RIGHT TURN and he apparently disregarded it. He honked his obnoxious horn and ended up following behind me. He was so close I could see his face. Being the safe driver that I am, I decided to slow to speed limit--a nice 30 mph joyride. Hehe that got the sucker. When I turned on my street, he revved his engine and sped away. Except there was a stop sign in front of him. Part of me wants to punch him, but mostly I pray he won't kill someone with his stupidity. Excuse me, inexperience. I'm a horrible driver, but at least I'm not a jerk about it.
I'm hungry. Nolan, there's one piece of chicken left and it wants you.