Proof I'm a Complete Dork
My dad is leaving for Pennsylvania tomorrow morning to pick up Tommy Boy and he won't be home for my birthday. Therefore, he felt compelled to give me his gifts tonight. Naturally, I was almost asleep on the couch after a lagging S&S, but still glad to be receiving gifts in this materialistic era anyways. I opened up the bags that he brought down and there, to my surprise, sat two books. One was on biomedical ethics, and the other was a how-to book on getting into college. This seriously made my day and I proceeded to thumb through them like a mad woman and jump up and down all smiles and giggles, and talk about showing my ethics book to V-Max and how I really can get into Brown because I can write a funky essay about how ridiculously dorky I really am. If anyone else gets such a high out of either one of these things, please inform me immediately, because I think I have finally risen to a new level of dorkhood. All I need now is an AP US essay topic on Mormonism and my ecstaticness will have reached its capacity and I will have spontaneously combusted before I even get the chance to turn 17.
*Note on the text: This was originally going to be an away message, however its length prompted the away message to be turned into a livejournal entry. This is wonderful because it not only allows me to share my wit with all you wonderful people, but it will also make it so Gloria Ryan Steven Patrick Brodie Bub Bernat no longer needs to harass me about updating my LiveJournal. :-D. Life is good.
*Note on the text: This was originally going to be an away message, however its length prompted the away message to be turned into a livejournal entry. This is wonderful because it not only allows me to share my wit with all you wonderful people, but it will also make it so Gloria Ryan Steven Patrick Brodie Bub Bernat no longer needs to harass me about updating my LiveJournal. :-D. Life is good.