diagnosis: murder

[rotynd]

Applying for colleges is death. And also confusing. I want Papa to get home now so that I can ask him about things and shovel stuff off on him. And Christ in heaven, I took Stats and English! They know I can do math and write! So bugger off with the standardized tests, please and thank you.

Also I have to do much homework, so I’m going to go and do that and angst some more about these stupid forms.

Still. Home, on living room couch with Mimi and Mum in the next room, so all is right with the world.