"...with his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand."
Tomorrow Today I find out whether or not I got into my first-choice college. Two days ago, I found out that I got into my second-choice college. So why is getting into my top choice so damn important? Now that I'm practically done with this ridiculous, incomprehensible process, it seems more ridiculous and incomprehensible than ever. I guess the best thing I can honestly say is that I'm not nervous about whether or not I'll get in, because I've convinced myself that I probably won't.
If I sound bitter and pessimistic, well...I may be the latter, but I've no reason to be the former (not yet, at least). I had a great time in NYC: great weather, a great play, great chocolate cake, and--most importantly--a great friend with whom to share it. Tomorrow Today I'm off to Maine for a couple of days to see my marvelous friend Julia play Yente (of all parts)! And then vacation will be basically over.
[Amid so many endings all approaching at once, I can't find a satisfactory way to end this entry. Ironic, isn't it?]
If I sound bitter and pessimistic, well...I may be the latter, but I've no reason to be the former (not yet, at least). I had a great time in NYC: great weather, a great play, great chocolate cake, and--most importantly--a great friend with whom to share it. Tomorrow Today I'm off to Maine for a couple of days to see my marvelous friend Julia play Yente (of all parts)! And then vacation will be basically over.
[Amid so many endings all approaching at once, I can't find a satisfactory way to end this entry. Ironic, isn't it?]