Dang, I can't wait til summer. I honestly can't. I am so sick of school and the boring things that come with it. I don't care about freaking Kepler's Law. Gah ( Read more... )

"Dear Divya,
Welcome to

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It is so hard, not to mention so lonely, to stand up for something you believe in all by yourself ( Read more... )

Oh, you guys ( Read more... )

Waitlisted. Effing waitlisted.
And WashU waitlists just about everyone.
And this was my number one choice.

You'd think the way things were going this year, God would give me a fucking break. But nooooo, Divya gets as much misery put into her life as possible, because she's such a bad person.

I'm going to go die now.

Gaaahhh SPRING. Sunshine, friends, sunshine, smiles, flowers, sunshine.
Yes. the sunshine makes me happy.
Yesterday felt so much like summer it was crazzzzzy. I miss it. It needs to come. Now!

Because spring and summer are ideal fun-shoe seasons.


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I feel like such a...single girl. Hahaha.
Like, Weinberg was trying to get someone else to ask a guy to VV today, but couldn't think of anyone.  Ummmm. 
Welp, this is what's going to happen for prom, too! 
Basically, I'm not going if I don't have a date. How awkward would that be. Gaaahh awkward.
Which sucks, but hey. What can a girl do? There are more ( Read more... )

Can it be college yet? Pwetty pwease, with spwinkles and a cherwy?

I don't know how I'm going to survive these last few months. It's like...freshman/soph years all over again. Gag me with a spoon.

What have I done to deserve this? Yeah, God, I'm talking to you.

W
H
Y
?
!

Gaaaaaahhhahahahahaha my heart is insane.

"Dear Divya:
I am pleased to offer you a spot in the class of 2011 at...


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