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I have not updated since October, so most of you have probably taken me off your friends lists. However, it's late, I haven't had much sleep this weekend, and I just send off my college acceptances and declines, so I'm in a very strange mood. Very quixotic, I think, although I don't really know what that means. I think I'll set it as my mood icon. Yes, that little happy blue blob seems to very well encapsulate my mood. You see, I just made it official that I will, in fact, attending Whitman College next year. I'm a Whittie. That's it. I'm going. I'm going to Whitman. My college work is over, for the most part (I still have to send a cover letter and a transcript to try to get them to let me in for fall semester, since I was admitted for spring semester). Still. I'm frickin going to Whitman. I just spent $80 on Whitman merchandise. And I'm glad. Take my money, Whitman. Not just the $80. The $150,000. And I don't care. I'll leave college $70,000 in debt, but I don't care. I'm so happy.
I'm going to Whitman.
I'm going to Whitman.