Submitted

Above is my Vassar "My Space" thing...Basically just something that says something more about me. I tried scanning it, but the scanner is being dumb, so I just ended up taking pictures of it, and this one came out the best. It's watercolor and sharpie.

Anyway, all my apps (minus USC) are submitted! it's quite an exciting feeling...I've just put who I am out there, and hopefully the admissions people will like that enough to accept me. I know I will cry when I get the rejection letters, but I will be over it within an hour. Maybe. I'll probably even cry when I get the acceptance ones, too. Thanksgiving was yesterday, and it was fun. There have been better ones; I think this year everyone suffered from a tryptophan crash--at least this year I noticed it. Alex and Ella and I just watched Gilmore Girls, talked, read, and slept. I loved the yams; they had streusel-type maply sugar crumbles on top. Today I also had rehearsal from 12:30 to 3:00. I got my blood drawn this morning by a friendly man named Anthony, and I got there just in time. I crocheted and ran out of grey yarn, which means I have to make a Michael's run at some point, but I have other colors to hold me over.

I had a dream last night that Ms. Smith* was talking to me, saying, "Whatever happened to us meeting once a week for theory stuff? You still want to do that?" And I was thrilled, but I somehow knew it was all a dream. I was conscious of the fact that it wasn't real somehow because my thoughts in the dream included the fact that I wanted to ask John and Katie to verify that it had actually happened, or if it was just a dream. It's not a big deal, other than the fact that it's kind of depressing, but it reminded me of the painting I just did: "But there are dreams that cannot be." Literally. Also, the second half of that dream was really...interesting...and thankfully, THAT'S a dream that [i hope] WILL NOT be...I'm not going to go into detail.

I can't believe I'm turning eighteen. My age will no longer be a deciding factor (necessarily) with guys...not that that's the main perk. Well, I guess it is. Anyway. I'm sick. I can't stop sneezing, and I have really gross phlegm in my throat.

This is me pressing "submit." What a pretty yellow button.