My Very Lovely Adventures
I've been bitching about how I wanted to get out of the house and go see a movie or something. So I finally did. Of course, knowing me, I had to turn it into a three-mile and all day affair, but I did it.
Yesterday, I loaded up my CD player and put a couple of extra CD's in the pouch. I put my wallet in one pocket, my inhaler in the other, and clipped on my phone. I walked down to the CVS about a mile and a half from my house because we have no soda and I NEED CAFFEINE. After that, I turned around and began my three-mile trek to the Montgomery Center, more commonly known as "That Big Ugly ShopRite With Lots of Buildings Around It". There is a small cinema there.
I saw Garden State. I liked. And I'm very proud of myself. Not only have I never walked that much, I made my way around town all by my lonesome. And boy, do you learn more about your town by walking it in one afternoon than you do driving around it for ten years. Go figure.
So anyway, today was not quite as lovely as yesterday. I have such a college-induced headache that at the moment I really just want to blow up all institutions of higher learning. Except that you didn't hear me say that, because in today's world it could be construed as some sort of fucked up terrorist threat. Anyway.
My "college list" keeps changing and I start filling out apps in like, a month. There are, however, the Key Three that remain at the top of this list. I am still stressing, however, despite having some idea as to what I want to do and having already been accepted to Roanoke, where I do not really fancy going, because I DON'T KNOW WHERE I WANT TO GO.
I'm seriously considering applying early decision to Kenyon, because Kenyon is fantastic and wonderful and I want to marry it and have its babies. But there are other schools that are also fantastic and wonderful, and though I may not want to jump into anything rash, I can see a long-term relationship forming given the right set of circumstances and an open line of communication.
I also want to go to William and Mary. I also want to go to Susquehanna, where I have my interview this coming Friday (!!!). I also want to apply to Northeastern and U of Miami. So basically, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.
I hate being clueless. I called up my high school guidance office today in hopes of catching my counselor, Mrs. Watson. She wasn't in, but the secretary, Mrs. Fredrickson (whom I love), has a daughter a year older than me (whom I don't love), and realized I was freaking out. She talked to me for like five minutes or so to calm me down, which was really nice and totally outside of her job description.
So yes. I am stressed.
Yesterday, I loaded up my CD player and put a couple of extra CD's in the pouch. I put my wallet in one pocket, my inhaler in the other, and clipped on my phone. I walked down to the CVS about a mile and a half from my house because we have no soda and I NEED CAFFEINE. After that, I turned around and began my three-mile trek to the Montgomery Center, more commonly known as "That Big Ugly ShopRite With Lots of Buildings Around It". There is a small cinema there.
I saw Garden State. I liked. And I'm very proud of myself. Not only have I never walked that much, I made my way around town all by my lonesome. And boy, do you learn more about your town by walking it in one afternoon than you do driving around it for ten years. Go figure.
So anyway, today was not quite as lovely as yesterday. I have such a college-induced headache that at the moment I really just want to blow up all institutions of higher learning. Except that you didn't hear me say that, because in today's world it could be construed as some sort of fucked up terrorist threat. Anyway.
My "college list" keeps changing and I start filling out apps in like, a month. There are, however, the Key Three that remain at the top of this list. I am still stressing, however, despite having some idea as to what I want to do and having already been accepted to Roanoke, where I do not really fancy going, because I DON'T KNOW WHERE I WANT TO GO.
I'm seriously considering applying early decision to Kenyon, because Kenyon is fantastic and wonderful and I want to marry it and have its babies. But there are other schools that are also fantastic and wonderful, and though I may not want to jump into anything rash, I can see a long-term relationship forming given the right set of circumstances and an open line of communication.
I also want to go to William and Mary. I also want to go to Susquehanna, where I have my interview this coming Friday (!!!). I also want to apply to Northeastern and U of Miami. So basically, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.
I hate being clueless. I called up my high school guidance office today in hopes of catching my counselor, Mrs. Watson. She wasn't in, but the secretary, Mrs. Fredrickson (whom I love), has a daughter a year older than me (whom I don't love), and realized I was freaking out. She talked to me for like five minutes or so to calm me down, which was really nice and totally outside of her job description.
So yes. I am stressed.