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Ouch. I've been dead for the past two months. SO much has been going on though. I won't get into most of it, but.
The Asian show is looming. I think it's safe to say that the majority of the club is dreading it.
I quit Stepinac because the people were assholes, the director was not particularly nice to work with, and I could not stand being dependent upon Kate Zawiski.
Nonno's been in the hospital (in and out) since last year. A year and a month to be exact.
Subsequently, my mother has been a real bitch about everything
Everybody's relatives are dying at school (will mine be next, I ask?)
I'm really beginning to wonder if The FAFSA people got my app, or are just sitting there laughing at it.
Colleges I still haven't heard from are looming over my head.
On a happy note, I got into Hofstra with a minimal scholarship. Hey man, it pays for something. I have to go visit them next sunday, on my birthday. Whatever. At this point, I don't even want to go to college. I'm ready to get on a soapbox and make that my career. Or locking myself in a room somewhere and writing down all of my ideas and trying to sell them. Maybe I'll make up the lastest fad diet and become a billionaire.
I keep remembering this thing that Mrs. Schwartz used to bash into my little freshman brain--this idea that if you an visualize it, it can be done. Everytime I think on it, I become more and more convinced that she was a druggie. (who now has a baby, PS)
That's about all from me, maybe except that I have tons of homework to get done, some which I refuse to do because the class is not worth my time (religion...maybe?)
I have a bad feeling I've missed a holiday...time to check the calendar.