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I just got a letter from Cambridge. They don't want me. I'd be lying if I said that I'm not disappointed, but it's okay. I bet Glasgow and, snigger snigger, Notlob are just as nice.
I've been postponing finishing that application for Leeds. Maybe I should do that now. Don't know about Edinburgh; they haven't contacted me at all.
Oh, yeah, um, today was first day of school and stuff. Spanish scared me out of my wits, because I hardly understood a word the teacher said.
Got an SMS from the Eskimo model agency that asked me to renew some picture of me that had been taken ages ago. (I honestly didn't know that it was a model agency when I got those pictures taken.) And, yes, I did go there to let them take new photographs of me with my short hair, bandanna, leather gloves, peace sign and Nightmare Before Christmas tee-shirt. It was just supposed to be a joke, but I was surprised that they didn't attempt to make-up my face or put me in different clothes. Now a talent scout might find my picture and cast me for an advertisement for, uh, butter. Or something. Yep, lame. But if they'd kept the old pictures of me where I looked like I actually meant it... well, I guess it would have been worse.
I'm considering earning a few kroner by writing short stories on demand. I'm just not sure where to advertise it, because I don't think any of my friends will ever need an original short story so badly that they'd pay for it.
I've been postponing finishing that application for Leeds. Maybe I should do that now. Don't know about Edinburgh; they haven't contacted me at all.
Oh, yeah, um, today was first day of school and stuff. Spanish scared me out of my wits, because I hardly understood a word the teacher said.
Got an SMS from the Eskimo model agency that asked me to renew some picture of me that had been taken ages ago. (I honestly didn't know that it was a model agency when I got those pictures taken.) And, yes, I did go there to let them take new photographs of me with my short hair, bandanna, leather gloves, peace sign and Nightmare Before Christmas tee-shirt. It was just supposed to be a joke, but I was surprised that they didn't attempt to make-up my face or put me in different clothes. Now a talent scout might find my picture and cast me for an advertisement for, uh, butter. Or something. Yep, lame. But if they'd kept the old pictures of me where I looked like I actually meant it... well, I guess it would have been worse.
I'm considering earning a few kroner by writing short stories on demand. I'm just not sure where to advertise it, because I don't think any of my friends will ever need an original short story so badly that they'd pay for it.