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Still haven't got the nerve (or opportunity) for progress on the Crush front. Why do I suck so much?

Got wait-listed at Amherst, where I wasn't really planning to go anyway, but still a blow to the ever-fragile ego. *sobs* So now I'm six or maybe six and a half for seven. Nothing to whine about, really, but I do love whining.

The power went out at school today -- a fact I felt less silly making a point of back when it happened when I didn't have L-Sers on my friends list. I was in the computer lab, and realized yet again how weird it is to watch a whole room of shiny bright screens go fwump. There's a poem there, but it probably doesn't involve the word "fwump" as much. Which is a pity, because "fwump" is a great word. Expressive.

I am now going to make a point of mentioning Jason. There. Now he can search for his name on this page and inflate his ego further, even though he's a jerk and won't tell me HIS livejournal username. Bah. Uh, and I'd add some juicy gossip and incriminating details, except I don't have any. Sorry.

My little sister's stalker is back, she tells me, and her pet sprout Jerome is falling off her lawn ornament Bunny. Go figure.