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So I've been accepted to some school in Pittsburgh whose application I didn't finish. I didn't send an essay, a recommendation or a portfolio. Cool. They gave me an Academic Scholarship, an Achievement Award and a Community Service and Leadership Award. It's like 5,500 a year altogether. Which isn't that good, but its nice considering I didn't finish applying. However, now my parents are going to push it on me if I don't get enough money to RIT and junk. Oh well. It is seven hours away. I am not going there.
Florida was nice. I cannot believe it's this cold and snowing. I was starting to believe that I actually lived in Florida. I would love to live where my uncle does - West Palm Beach - within walking distance of the beach. We got up for the sunset Wednesday and Thursday and walked on the beach after dinner too. The weather sucked both days so I spent only like four hours in a bathing suit at the beach and everyone probably thought I was crazy. I did spend Monday at the pool, but sunburn kinda killed the excitement and the fun. I like the Floridian lifestyle though. I came to the conclusion that I could probably serve pancakes at the little coffeehouse right on the beach for the rest of my life and I'd probably be happy. Maybe..
I miss the warmth, even though it wasn't that warm. I don't miss how commercial most of it is. Florida is ridiculous. There are so many freaking car dealerships, chain stores and such. Of the states, Florida has the second largest amount of registered cars. It's crazy. Oh, and I've never seen worse driving abilities, ever.
Anyway... rantinggggg ooopssss
Yeah, I guess I'm happy to be home. I have to write that stupidddddddddjjgjaifa8sdfu0eifmnadf Lefurgy paper. The one I have no idea how to write. Ah, I have a ton of Art History to do too. :( I'm ready to go to college. It's about time. Things are frustrating me too much. I wasn't missing home at all, I miss some people, but I've realized that I'm ready move on.
I'm hungry. We have nothing to eat here. Lame.....
Oh, in the airport we were next to the Siena College baseball team. It blew my mind that they were so close to my age and so immature. I remember when my sister went to college and everyone was oldddd to me. It's crazy.
I love flying. I love skies. I love flying at night. Hateee landing in cloudy weather. Love sunsets on plane rides.
So, is love wanting to share everything you're experiencing with someone? Wishing they could be there too - to see even the stupid things, learn the things you're learning and sing the songs you're singing. Hmmm..
Florida was nice. I cannot believe it's this cold and snowing. I was starting to believe that I actually lived in Florida. I would love to live where my uncle does - West Palm Beach - within walking distance of the beach. We got up for the sunset Wednesday and Thursday and walked on the beach after dinner too. The weather sucked both days so I spent only like four hours in a bathing suit at the beach and everyone probably thought I was crazy. I did spend Monday at the pool, but sunburn kinda killed the excitement and the fun. I like the Floridian lifestyle though. I came to the conclusion that I could probably serve pancakes at the little coffeehouse right on the beach for the rest of my life and I'd probably be happy. Maybe..
I miss the warmth, even though it wasn't that warm. I don't miss how commercial most of it is. Florida is ridiculous. There are so many freaking car dealerships, chain stores and such. Of the states, Florida has the second largest amount of registered cars. It's crazy. Oh, and I've never seen worse driving abilities, ever.
Anyway... rantinggggg ooopssss
Yeah, I guess I'm happy to be home. I have to write that stupidddddddddjjgjaifa8sdfu0eifmnadf Lefurgy paper. The one I have no idea how to write. Ah, I have a ton of Art History to do too. :( I'm ready to go to college. It's about time. Things are frustrating me too much. I wasn't missing home at all, I miss some people, but I've realized that I'm ready move on.
I'm hungry. We have nothing to eat here. Lame.....
Oh, in the airport we were next to the Siena College baseball team. It blew my mind that they were so close to my age and so immature. I remember when my sister went to college and everyone was oldddd to me. It's crazy.
I love flying. I love skies. I love flying at night. Hateee landing in cloudy weather. Love sunsets on plane rides.
So, is love wanting to share everything you're experiencing with someone? Wishing they could be there too - to see even the stupid things, learn the things you're learning and sing the songs you're singing. Hmmm..