Aieeeee!
That's pretty much been the sound I've been making over the past, I think 3.5 days. Every single time I think about how I got into Yale I just scream either in my head or out loud-depending on where I am. Today I got the actual admissions letter and package that included...a Yale pennant!! So, of course, that's on display in the living room, on top of my drawing from 8th grade. It's a shrine to myself. Heh. Clara's reaction: "Noooo, now we look like a dork family!!" Pshaw. Yale's for the cool people of the world. :D
So getting off that by now well-covered topic...there is no feeling quite like surfacing back to earth after working on a calculus problem for...hmmm, nearly an hour? It's like ... I don't know ... falling asleep randomly and then waking up to find that nothing's really changed except you just lost an hour of your life. It's weird.
Fell asleep in driver's ed AGAIN. I'll close my eyes and then when I open them we'll be like halfway across the city and I'll have no recollection of what happened in between. This all happens when I'm in the backseat by the way...so don't worry.
Sr Lois being...stupid...AGAIN. I swear you won't do ANYTHING and she'll randomly yell at you. I never got a stupid brown board thing. So apparently Lois decided that she would put one in a drawer. Any drawer. I mean, why bother putting it in MY drawer? It's not like she has no idea which one is mine? Noooo, let's put it in the random drawer on the end that looks broken so it's the last one I check while she yells at me to check the drawers and how I'm irresponsible. And then I take it out and say "Oh, well I never put it there [as means of explanation as to why I couldn't friggin find it]...I guess you did." But does she hear the second part? NO. She says, instead, "Oh, yes, I know. I put it there." And I'm just like, "nooo shit..."
And that's not the end. But watch, someone in my future will look up my old LJ from high school and they'll say, she verbally abused a nun online! We can't hire her! Or something like that. So I guess I'll stop.
I must say, I like this new Season's Greetings thing for LJ. I especially like the Northern Lights touch. I want to see the Northern Lights. I also want to work in Africa for a year or two. My mom said she wouldn't mind if I joined the Peace Corps after college. Hm. Mulling it over.
Oh! In other news, I decided a few days ago that I'm going to be a Spanish rapper when I grow up. I'm very excited about this and I've already started practicing by attempting to emulate the rappers in Gasolina and Dame Esa Cosa-this song my sister found that translates to "Give Me That Thing." Yup. I also found this other really good ghetto song called....get this... "Bling Blao Pt. 2" off the CD Fidel Cashflow!! I know, it's amazing.
Haha, I crack myself up. Anyway, on with life.
So getting off that by now well-covered topic...there is no feeling quite like surfacing back to earth after working on a calculus problem for...hmmm, nearly an hour? It's like ... I don't know ... falling asleep randomly and then waking up to find that nothing's really changed except you just lost an hour of your life. It's weird.
Fell asleep in driver's ed AGAIN. I'll close my eyes and then when I open them we'll be like halfway across the city and I'll have no recollection of what happened in between. This all happens when I'm in the backseat by the way...so don't worry.
Sr Lois being...stupid...AGAIN. I swear you won't do ANYTHING and she'll randomly yell at you. I never got a stupid brown board thing. So apparently Lois decided that she would put one in a drawer. Any drawer. I mean, why bother putting it in MY drawer? It's not like she has no idea which one is mine? Noooo, let's put it in the random drawer on the end that looks broken so it's the last one I check while she yells at me to check the drawers and how I'm irresponsible. And then I take it out and say "Oh, well I never put it there [as means of explanation as to why I couldn't friggin find it]...I guess you did." But does she hear the second part? NO. She says, instead, "Oh, yes, I know. I put it there." And I'm just like, "nooo shit..."
And that's not the end. But watch, someone in my future will look up my old LJ from high school and they'll say, she verbally abused a nun online! We can't hire her! Or something like that. So I guess I'll stop.
I must say, I like this new Season's Greetings thing for LJ. I especially like the Northern Lights touch. I want to see the Northern Lights. I also want to work in Africa for a year or two. My mom said she wouldn't mind if I joined the Peace Corps after college. Hm. Mulling it over.
Oh! In other news, I decided a few days ago that I'm going to be a Spanish rapper when I grow up. I'm very excited about this and I've already started practicing by attempting to emulate the rappers in Gasolina and Dame Esa Cosa-this song my sister found that translates to "Give Me That Thing." Yup. I also found this other really good ghetto song called....get this... "Bling Blao Pt. 2" off the CD Fidel Cashflow!! I know, it's amazing.
Haha, I crack myself up. Anyway, on with life.