I'm really glad I went caving this weekend. I can't figure Mr. Thompson out, and I kind of feel like I should have talked with him more, but he's not an accessible person. By the end of it Andrew was acting really weird towards me, or maybe I just felt like he was. But there was a disconcerting footrub and some other stuff ( Read more... )

For some reason I looked really creepy in the Blues Brothers picture Rachel took of me, Elyse and Mary. I still like it.

I had cynical expectations for Homecoming, and it turned out really well. The only things that could've gone differently and made me happy would be Cathy's brother not misinterpreting anything, or me not being an ass to Zach at ( Read more... )

I got home today and had a rejection from Harvard, which hasn't had too much of an effect on me, since I didn't want to go there anyway and didn't expect to get in. I got waitlisted at Dartmouth, which I knew nothing about and didn't want to go to, but that's slightly more painful because my younger, possibly perfect cousin is going there ( Read more... )

Boston College and Boston University! On the same day, too, after so long a wait.

BC is not so exciting, and I didn't even know it was another Jesuit school until I was accepted, but BU is a backup to rival Loyola Chicago. I wish I'd been to Boston before.

[edit: crap, I'm way overdue for a senior quote. any suggestions?...]

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The next six weeks suck. Aside from Sarah, I don't know many other people who have to stay five classes. I get home late, and if I'm going to keep my job - which I'm finally getting good at, ferchrissakes - then my grades and sleep cycle will be screwed. I'd forgotten how much reading english AP was. And german? In wisconsin the combined III/IV ( Read more... )

With no English exam today, I skipped. Dozed to the late hour of nine. I think nine a.m. is a good hour to wake up, when I need to catch up on sleep: there's room for all the REM-rebound, and at nine a.m. the sun's still too weak (in my westward-facing windows) to have evaporated the morning ( Read more... )

There’s a period of time right after you drastically alter your appearance during which you don’t believe it’s really what you look like. You glimpse your reflection and are momentarily confused, or you’re devoting all your thought to the task at hand when you’re struck by the sudden urge to jump up from your half-assembled job and sprint to the ( Read more... )

Rachel and I made peppermint bark today (and played Katamari Damacy...). I ate sushi and came to a musical revelation. A series of events that began in Wisconsin several months ago led to me standing in a bright opaque pool of my own blood this afternoon. Michael and Julia and people were at Z'Otz when Nicole and I stepped in this evening, but we ( Read more... )

Mardi gras was wonderful. I think I'd planned to actually write about it, but I lack the spirit now. And there's a point I reach pretty easily where I feel like I've been whoring out my experiences so much that they've lost substance to me, like remembering a memory too often and ending up with a memory of the memory ( Read more... )