I get the distinct feeling that Mr. Sutton was disappointed in my paper. Ah well...I knew it was disorganized as hell.  There's going to be a lot of revision and addition before the final draft.  And I suppose I'm tired of it all.  Had a talk with my dad about my mom...It made me both more relieved and frustrated.  I'm not quite sure how I should ( Read more... )

I have been chain-sucking cough drops since nine in the morning.  A cold? Maybe.  From yesterday?  Definitely.

But on the other hand, Seminar is DONE. And I'm tired.

Macon- Meridian, pwned into oblivion...well, not yet.  But we're hoping.  Mr. Sutton is rubbing off on me.  In any case, I had something significant to say, but I lost it.

I shouldn't.  I really, really, shouldn't.

 So, I finally called Michigan and got my Id number.  Cool. So I check my application, which tells me all this lovely information about me...

BUT IT DOESN'T TELL ME IF I GOT IN.

THE HELL.

 I wonder if adding long quotes counts as padding the paper.

ah well.

STILL TEN SHORT. ARGH.

 It's like twisting the knife 360 degrees...and stabbing one more time, just to make sure you're dead.

My test corrections landed me a grand total of two points. Which means I got a D on that stupid stats test, and I'm .22 away from a C in the class.  I got wait-listed at Grinnell.  Plus I still haven't played in a varsity game. Am I demoted from last year or something??? Ugh. I don't want to think anymore.

Not that I played, which I find myself (suprisingly? or not.) slightly bitter about.  But we won.

*insert maniacal laughter*

 Good:

EBAY GIVES ME SHOOOOOEEEES.
Soccer game Tuesday!
History and English (mostly) taken care of.
Tempura.

Bad:

Seminar.  Or rather, the lack of it.
Spring Break, it dies.

I'm more or less happy. More on break later.

Good News: I know what my pumas are actually called, and can now search for them.

Bad News: The only available pair is on Ebay, and it's half a size larger than what I wear.  Oh, and my dad doesn't think it's worth bidding on.

OH THE FUTILITY.