the application saga concludes

So I went downstairs at ten thirty this evening. (Yesterday evening, technically, I guess.) Several of my siblings were scattered around the kitchen, consuming another gallon of ice cream. I did my by-now-customary whining about applications routine, this time focusing on the pain of the gazillion Brown essays. And, of course, in another vain hope of making myself feel better, I ask Squall if he's done with all of his essays. "Yeah, I wrote both of them already," he says.

"Both?" I screech.

"Yeah... how many do you have?"

I can't even count them anymore. But I'm proud to say that every last one is in. OK, I haven't sent all the application fees yet, but half of them don't do credit cards online so I'll just send checks tomorrow. Hey, with the size of the tuitions, they should be able to afford to wait for my measly sixty bucks.

D'you wanna read my real essays? I'm not nearly as proud of any of them as I am of my meta-essay, which I WILL keep bringing up till someone comments on it, but maybe I'll post them anyways.