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God, what a long week. And that despite not having had school on Monday, and quite literally sleeping through Thursday.
As of now, I have effectively done almost all of the college stuff I need to do. All that's left is actually sending in the common application, Kalamazoo's own personal application, writing a quick supplement for Denison ("look, it's really because of the trees, I swear"), and hoping Mr. Hamilton doesn't break my arm for asking him to write a last-minute reccomendation.
Some of my favorite Christmas gifts actually came a bit late, although one of them technically was more of an Epiphany gift, so maybe that doesn't count. Anyway, Madeleine was kind enough to send me various perfumes (I made the mistake of trying them all one at once the first time, prompting several loud outbursts of "One of these smells delicious but I don't know which one!" and "I smell confused!"). I think I might actually enjoy the absinthe one, but I will either have to start diluting it or get used to the fact that it smells as if I am bleeding hallucinogenic liquor. The same with the one that smells like honey--while a pleasant scent, not usually one I expect to find slathered all over my body. And Sara got me a lovely black shirt that says "not good at empathy--how about some sarcasm?", which is perhaps the most appropriate shirt I will ever own. And a Wawa card. Which bought me some delicious meatballs today. There was much joy.
I still need to stop thinking so much. I think that's one of the reasons for the excessive sleep. Because damn I have been sleeping a lot. And at this point I think it's maybe just a way of saying "shut UP, brain", and unfortunately it seems to work, or I wouldn't keep doing it.
This is my new favorite blog. She reminds me very much of Mrs. O'Brien, if Mrs. O'Brien ever updated her blog, adopted child included. Which... is making me think some more. Time to go to sleep, then!
As of now, I have effectively done almost all of the college stuff I need to do. All that's left is actually sending in the common application, Kalamazoo's own personal application, writing a quick supplement for Denison ("look, it's really because of the trees, I swear"), and hoping Mr. Hamilton doesn't break my arm for asking him to write a last-minute reccomendation.
Some of my favorite Christmas gifts actually came a bit late, although one of them technically was more of an Epiphany gift, so maybe that doesn't count. Anyway, Madeleine was kind enough to send me various perfumes (I made the mistake of trying them all one at once the first time, prompting several loud outbursts of "One of these smells delicious but I don't know which one!" and "I smell confused!"). I think I might actually enjoy the absinthe one, but I will either have to start diluting it or get used to the fact that it smells as if I am bleeding hallucinogenic liquor. The same with the one that smells like honey--while a pleasant scent, not usually one I expect to find slathered all over my body. And Sara got me a lovely black shirt that says "not good at empathy--how about some sarcasm?", which is perhaps the most appropriate shirt I will ever own. And a Wawa card. Which bought me some delicious meatballs today. There was much joy.
I still need to stop thinking so much. I think that's one of the reasons for the excessive sleep. Because damn I have been sleeping a lot. And at this point I think it's maybe just a way of saying "shut UP, brain", and unfortunately it seems to work, or I wouldn't keep doing it.
This is my new favorite blog. She reminds me very much of Mrs. O'Brien, if Mrs. O'Brien ever updated her blog, adopted child included. Which... is making me think some more. Time to go to sleep, then!