Today was my birthday. It was a little different this year but dinner was fun and Andy Skib wished me a Happy Birthday to my face, so that rocked my world. Yep yep
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I'm not getting past this. It's been over 24 hours and I feel exactly the same way, if not angrier/more hurt. So I wrote a letter and I'm pretty sure I'm sending it. Fuck. You. Holland. Hall. "Congratulations to the class of 2003!!! We've finally made it guys!!!" Thank. God. It's. Over.
Today was good. I started my internship...working with Kyle will be fun and the people we met at the TPAC were, for the most part, hilarious and really nice
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I'm having a hard time battling the power-trip complex myself, Kase. But, not to worry...I know I have power trips off of more people than get them off of me. I'll pretend so, anyway, so as to calm my apprehensions
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Filmed a movie tonight at my house...it was fun and all, being the stressed hostess, making sure creepy kids didn't wander off into my bathroom or something. Um surprise surprise...Barnard rejected me. Strike 3 is probably in the mailbox right now... I'm in one of those moods lately. I kind of...hate my life...right now.
"Fuck Skidmore."~My mother. That's all I have to say. Looks like crimson and cream for Lacy. Go Sooners...unless Barnard miraculously gives me some big scholarship.