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Colleges I Won't Get Into But Am Applying To Anyways:
MIT, Harvard, Brown, Amherst, Wellesley, Bowdoin

Colleges I'll Be Vaguely Annoyed If I Don't Get Into:
Carnegie Mellon, Boston University

Colleges I'll Be Very Very Surprised If I Don't Get Into:
Worcester Polytech (WPI), Rochester Institute of Tech (RIT)

Yes, my reach list is far, far longer than it should be. Wanna make something of it?

For those who are morbidly curious: ( here're my stats which lead to the above headers. )

On another college related note: When I needed a third recommendation for one of these, my programming teacher wrote me a ridiculously flattering 'rec, and the more I think about it the more I think it's pretty relevant to how I've spent my time in high school. I'm tempted to tack it onto some of the other apps as supplemental information or whatever, since most schools say it's ok to send more stuff, but I don't know... does that just look really really desparate? The reason I didn't ask her for my rec in the first place is that programming doesn't really count as a Major Academic Subject, and most rec forms say that's what it's gotta be. :/

So now I know it;
. . . now what?
Do I pity you?
Comfort myself with
. . . "she brought it on herself"
confront myself with
. . . "or did I push it?"
Do I wonder why nobody told me?
Am I that untrustworthy, unstable,
. . . less than any random passersby to your diary?
Did you want to spare me?
I confess, myself, there's a corner of me still thinking
. . . "she deserved it"
and a corner asking
. . . "could I have helped?"


"any random passersby to your diary"... now there's something that makes sense in no other context but this, huh? Please ignore white dots, they're there for spacing only.

Of Rolling Stone's top 500 albums, I don't have any. I thought I had Jagged Little Pill but then I realized that's technically my mom's. (I bet she'd like it back, too.) There are any number which appeal to me, which I've heard for whatever reason, which I meant at some point to obtain, but none which I actually own.

I'm going to put a positive spin on this and call myself a rebel, unconfined to the boundaries of the pop music machine. Even though now I'm remembering how much I want/wanted a whooole bunch of those. :P

So I was making hold calls at the library, and on one, a woman picks up. "Hi, I'm calling from the library for James," I say, glancing at the hold slip. "Yes?" says she. I pause, awkwardly. "Errr-- we have a book that was requested," I say, making my inner editor wince at the stupid passive voice. "We'll hold it till the tenth, blah blah blah." Call over.

What threw me -- what always throws me -- is that if your voice is a decidedly feminine soprano, you're probably not James, so why are you answering like you are? Were it more likely I was speaking to James I'd say "we have the book you requested", or were I told "may I take a message?" I'd say "we have the book he requested". But I get that major huh?? moment when I have no clue either way.

You'd think I'd have done better than I did with nanowrimo with my just-demonstrated ability to wax loquacious about the most random and miniscule of subjects, huh?

And I always feel bad when I can't pronounce peoples' names. I've got one of those impossible last names myself and I'm never insulted when other people murder it, but I still feel strangely guilty when I manage to get every single short vowel long and vice versa, every hard consonant soft, and so forth. *shrugs* Yet another reason I suck at having phone conversations, even ten-second ones. But hey, if you want my lovely ridiculously young-sounding voice on your own personal answering machine (yes, I speak soprano and sing alto, that's just the kind of strange person I am), let it be known that the best way is to request books at the library till one of them comes in on a Tuesday afternoon, and then there you are. :P

"I speak soprano" -- does it sound like I'm talking about a foreign language or what? I wanted to make a funny joke about the primitive soprano culture of insert-location-here, but I can't get it to work. Think of something topically amusing and pretend I wrote it, okay?

The thing that's driving me nuts about this game is ( fairly mild FFX-2 spoilers )
The sad thing is that this has happened multiple times

I'll tell you what I'm thankful for: long weekends. I feel like tomorrow I should have to get up early (or at least at a reasonable hour) for church or school or something, but instead tomorrow is Friday and I don't have to do anything at all! Yay!

... Er, by "don't have to do anything at all", I of course mean that I have a ton of work that I intend to do yet know will not be completed. Come on, I just found a bunch of new karaoke files, not to mention that one book I bought and meant to read and didn't, and you expect me to spend time on college applications? I think not. That's what laaaaate Sunday night is for, right? And I refuse to admit that I know people who are done with all their apps already. Nope, none.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

edited to add: wow, I think this is the first time I've used the cheerful icon. Aww, isn't it cute?

I have to write that English essay, prosecuting Lady Macbeth. Which is silly because everyone in the class who's got the other side is just gonna use the insanity defense, and really, how do you argue that? "No, she was sleepwalking and discussing damned spots because she was completely one hundred percent conventionally not crazy at all! Really!"

I have to get this college stuff dealt with. I'm afraid my subconscious thinks I'm gonna get in to MIT, which is unlikely, but somewhere deep down evidently I believe I will. Pfft. Or, at least, that's my excuse for not thinking about other places nearly as seriously as I should. WPI, RIT, RPI, my stepdad's pushing Bowdoin which doesn't sound bad. Anyone who's got a favorite other techish school in the New England area, feel free to mention it... I think I might apply to Wellesley -- though the more I think about it, the more I wonder how I'd do in an all-girls school. It's not that I want someone to date, it's that many of my friends are guys, and guys (pardon my stereotyping) are more likely to share common interests with me, it seems, like tabletop and video game RPGs, for instance. But Wellesley does have the lovely MIT class exchange thingie, and that appeals to me. Going to MIT even if I'm not going to MIT, am I obsessive much?

I should at least review a bit before my physics test, but I'm pretty sure that's not gonna happen. I don't even know if I have astronomy homework. I am such a slacker. I blame pms, and my severe need of a vacation.

Yet, seeing that painful blank Sunday column in my calendar all month, I feel obliged to write something.

I remember having a brilliant thought earlier while I was working. I thought, "wow, that's incredible! I should write about that!" Then I thought, "oh, no, I'll forget about it by the time I'm done. I should think of something that'll make me remember." I finished by thinking, "oh, of course! I'll remember as soon as I ______!" Unfortunately I can't remember what the blank was, so instead I'm writing about how I can't think of what to write about.

Maybe it had to do with Nanowrimo? My stats on which are still depressing, by the way.

And I've just been told I have to call the grandparents, which I really don't think I can deal with right now, but I'm not sure I have much choice. Joy. I love them, really; just sometimes I really really don't want to handle talking to them.

You know what would really appeal to my sense of irony?

If being a poser (or for the pretentious, poseur) came into style. Think of it: the posers are cool, but what about the people who are posing at being a poser? I'm thinking they're even cooler.

I'm telling you, with how weird fashion seems to get, it's not that improbable.