Dec 09, 2005 11:46
Oh, I do love snowdays. Very much. Sleeping in until 11:00 and then eating french toast. That is a privalege that I rarely have. And I really needed today to be a snowday. Because not last night, but the night before, I became horribly sick and it was not fun, no not at all. Sarah Soldano never gets sick. So when she does, it is a total enigma, and she wants to die. Ahhh. My poor mother, I made her stay up with me for hours. Anyway. I went to school yesterday, because I'm insane, and it was the longest day of my life. But today being a snow day was spectacular and I think I knew deep down that it would all work out with I crazily decided not to stay home on Thursday.
Anyway, I'm feeling much better today, although I'm not looking forward to having to shovel my driveway later. Ugh. But it's okay, because the rest of the day consists of relaxation and that makes me happy. I would have had to do an NHS thing for three hours tonight and now that's cancelled. Yippee!
So, I'm trying to think of what else I have to write about and sadly the first thing that comes to mind is Monday at 5:00. Why, may you ask? Well, because I am currently dying of anticipation, in fact, my insides are honestly twisted up about the fact that it is at the point that I will be able to check my admission decision for Brown. I feel like dyinggg. I've never been in anticipation for anything so badly before. I'm so afraid. I keep overthinking it. Like...there are so many aspects of this that are going to COMPLETELY change my life. Not only is it going to change where I am for the next four years, but also...the decisions I make while I am there. The career I choose... I mean...that's a big deal. Plus... I mean, the name Brown... that's going to change my life on paper. And the people I meet. I mean...I'm probably going to meet my future husband wherever I end up at college. It scares me that so much of my life is going to be determined at 5:00 on Monday.
Alright, so I'm freaking myself out and I need to get off the internet because there are far more productive things I could doing.
Goddamn it! Why do I always have to feel productive? I'm such an idiot.