I have to write at least two poems before bed today. Boo. Nothing is worse than trying to crank out poetry on a deadline. Also I need a winter coat stat, or at least a coat that is much, much warmer than the one I have. I wrangled with my mother while waiting for the El. "Your sister just asked me for money yesterday," she said ( Read more... )

I GOT INTO COLUMBIA. WITH A FULL TUITION SCHOLARSHIP. DAVID TRINIDAD CALLED MY HOUSE. HE CALLED MY HOUSE. DAVID TRINIDAD'S NUMBER IS ON MY CALLER ID.

Thank you, everyone who had faith in me. This is one of the best things that's ever happened to me, by far.

I looked at canary yellow envelope my dad handed me. I turned it over, where "Welcome to Columbia!" was written in looping script. And then I woke up--and started crying. I checked my e-mail, which was empty. Unlike my sister and grandmother, I don't typically dream true, only sometimes. I pray that this is one of thoese times ( Read more... )

And I'm not in Chicago--because I tried to do too much at once and officially tired myself out. My mom couldn't even tell me whether I was going for sure or not until Thursday, which would have left me only Friday to get a map, along with directions to my sister's and clean the car and pack. And I was already exhausted. So I just said forget it ( Read more... )

Stereolab will be in Detroit at the Majestic on March 12th, and I really want to be there too. Shame I don't have money.

( But in the meme-time... This one is for y'all to fill out! )

I'm pleased with the edits to my SOP. Before it seemed a bit robotic, now it has heavy dashes of Yvette flavoring. You would definitely be able to put my name to it. Now all they have to do is let me in. And I'll pick up my last two LORs tomorrow and overnight that ish to Oregon. Yes I procrastinated, but to be fair, I lost the entire month of ( Read more... )

I am trying to relax, even though I'm so stressed, my stomach's upset. I went to bizarre baazar, which was nice, and got super-duper lost. Fuck I-90. Fuck the west side. Next time, I'm taking I-77 and going straight up Detroit. Also, I bought two more pins than I can now locate, which wearies me ( Read more... )

So, on this cold sleety night, I turn on my space heater, take out my contacts, put on my glasses, pull the following books off the shelf: A Pocket Guide to Correct Grammar, The AP Guide to Punctuation, Writing With Precision, The AP Stylebook and a book of commonly confused words. I tie back my hair in a bandana and put on my warmest socks, pop ( Read more... )