Three kinds of YES!
You know what I have to do today that cannot be put off any longer? Laundry! We’re at the point of no return. I’m wearing glorified jammies around town today. Either I buy new clothes or do some laundry. I can only afford the latter.
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So I should be hearing from UCSF any day now, last year’s applicants heard around December 20th. It probably won’t come before I leave for San Diego on Sunday, therefore TBU will be in charge of obsessing over the contents of the metal box on the street. Hopefully it won’t be too cold for him. I am (trying so hard to be) confident he’ll read my Christmas present over the phone. But seriously? The waiting is forcing me off the edge. I have a final in physiology this Thursday, but since I figured out I could get 0% on the thing and still get a B+ I have at about -22 motivational points. I am trying to psyche myself up to at least get 50% so I can be guaranteed an A. We’ll see. I’ve had a gnawing headache since yesterday and I don’t expect it to go away any time soon. I am either going to be unable to eat or will eat uncontrollably until the letter arrives.
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I found a new blog to read, it wasn’t very interesting. I stumbled upon it just as she was blogging the birth of her child. It was fairly funny so I checked out her archives and noticed the man she was in love with at the start of the blog was not the same as the man who is the father of her newborn. In the interest of procrastination and my inherent nosiness, I read on. You know what happens when you blog about a boring blog? Your blog is boring.
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I’ll give you a taste of my mom’s Thanksgiving visit. She was massaging my neck and kept telling me to RELAX! I was as relaxed as I could get given the circumstances. Finally, my muscles softened and I felt really relaxed. And then she said, “You should sit up straight so your boobs aren’t at your waist.” As she said this she touched my waist and boobs with the edge of her hand to illustrate her point.
The Millionizer is not joking
PS Can we all just have really positive thoughts about me and a little piece of paper determining my life’s direction and validating all the work I have done over the past year and a half? Please? Just send them all over here. And I gladly accept prayers of any denomination. Thank you.
OMG. Your Thanksgiving yarn immediately reminded me (for whatever reason) of the “Fred, she’s gotten her boobies!” line from ‘Sixteen Candles’
The majority of my mother’s criticism centers around my hair being too long and my heels too high.
first off, i think you know as much as we all know that your life is hella validated regardless of what the admissions board over at ucsf thinks. but i would be taking the whiskey river route home if i were you, so i understand. and am sending the most positive vibrations i can muster directly towards you.
also i am really paranoid about the dearth of length on my torso and so i understand about the concerns regarding boob and waist proximity and standing up straight helps, but i would die if someone did the same to me. maybe especially if my mom did.
wanna go to the archway (it’s awful near lolita’s #2, a franchise i know you are boycotting, but i wanted to give you an idea of its location) with me and Snake and maybe Big Mike sometime when we’re all in the 619 for the holidays? maybe i should use a phone for this conversation.