Let me tell you ’bout the first one

You know that really juicy color your lips turn when you drink a couple glasses of red wine? Do they sell that in a non-caloric, non-alcoholic form? Like maybe lipstick? So far my research says no.

So it’s getting down to it. I’ll have my application for UCSF in by this weekend. Like, seriously, my life plan hinges on this. It’s incredibly exciting and so nerve racking. I’m drinking red wine with my juicy lips and I keep thinking of all the things I’ve done in the past year. I’ve been working full time and taking up to 9 units of ridiculously hard classes. And not only that, I’ve been doing really well in them. I know that no matter what happens with UCSF I will look back on this time and be like, Holy eff, how did I do that? I got five people I genuinely admire to write me letters of recommendation. When I found out I needed five letters of recommendation I couldn’t fathom that that many people would think highly enough of me to do it. But I had to start turning down offers, and that kinda shocked me. I took the GRE and did way better than I imagined I would. Granted, it’s not a GRE score Josh Her-fuck me- nandez would be happy with, but it’s good enough for The Millionizer. This whole application process is coming to an end and it’s scary because from here on out nothing is up to me. I can’t rewrite my essays, study for the GRE or tweak my application, this is it. They are judging me now and that is some scary shit.

That’s pretty much all my mind is dedicated to and probably will be until notices are sent out in late fucking December. I go to sleep with thoughts of the thick evelope in my mailbox.

The Millionizer is on edge