mollyyymo

I've missed Livejournal, I've been pretty busy though, so I guess that's justification enough for not logging in.

We're on February break though, so I have some more time!

I've been doing college interviews and it hasn't been what I expected, and that's a good thing. All of my interviewers have either been able to relate to my situation (parents who don't have a clue about four year colleges/universities, lower-middle classness and the need for financial aid, discouragement from certain counselors until the very last minute of college applications when he finally decides he's proud of me, etc.) or like my personality and want me to be an underdog success story.

Am I ever an underdog. I never even realized that before. I thought I was a pretty good candidate... and that's not to say I'm not, I'm just different. So I'm a decent choice for colleges for lots of different reasons, but those reasons aren't perfect grades or family history or my ability to pay.

Even if I end up at Wells, I'm going to college, and I can't wait. Graduation is so close. On the one hand, I don't want to leave, but on the other hand, oh my God I hate everyone get me out of here.

Oh, THIMUN also happened while I was busy neglecting Livejournal. It was awesome, I had just as much fun this year with a bit less work actually getting done.

This is a period in my life that I like to call "the onset of senioritis." It's nice.

I really hope I stop being creepily obsessed with people I knew in high school when I go to college, because clearly, some people have a problem in this regard.

BUT SERIOUSLY, what kind of college student is so stuck on people who he hasn't seen in a year and never has to see again? I'm still perplexed.

Anyway, I had my G-Town interview today, and it went very well. Not gonna bore anyone with deets. I'll just leave it at this: the interviewer was impressed.

I've been sick. I hope I'll be better tomorrow for the bio test. I can't concentrate when I feel like this.

I'm going to college soon... it's still hard to get it through my head. Everything's done... wow.

Stuck in the middle here. I want to go, but I'm not ready yet. Hm.

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special...

(Don't read into it too much. I just wanted to put those lyrics somewhere 'cause I like 'em.)

I had a decent weekend up until a couple of hours ago. I don't want to write about it.

I just feel like a failure.

Oh, and I'm losing weight. Fucking finally.

College applications? I might as well kill myself.

It's been so busy lately! I've had a lot to do with six APs, studying for the extraneous exams (so I don't have to pay so much for education... I swear, it's worth it), Gold Award things (which I hate), and making time for my darling boyfriend. And that's not to mention Model UN, which consumes much of my time, and rehearsal most days...

But I like being this busy. Nothing gets me down because I don't have time to be emotional... it's kind of nice.

I need to go shopping soon. Winter stuff. Fancy boots may be necessary. I'm fed up with icy toes!

Hmm what else... well, I may end up in Costa Rica this summer with Spanish Club speaking "survival Spanish" in a homestay. More info on that as it comes...

Must go. Busy busy busy!

I just took the SAT Spanish Subject Test while I was on three drugs at the same time. I was just a little foggy. If I do as well as I wanted to do, it's a miracle.

But on the bright side, I'm done with standardized testing forever.

I love this song. Yes, it's the one that Mrs. Gangai assigned last week. I really liked it.
Knowing what it means is pretty cool, too. Thanks, AP Spanish!

I need to come in contact with people who don't want this country to be driven into the ground and are willing to work hard to stop it from happening.

I want everyone to learn the truth about McCain and Palin before November comes around.

If you can help... do it.

Talking to Belinda, I just likened a friendship of mine to the aftermath of a nuclear blast.

I have metaphorical radiation poisoning... but at least I survived the blast and the fallout.

And now I think things are actually going to be fine. Nothing will be ideal (we never should have developed nuclear warheads in the first place), but everything will eventually be alright.

Again? Really? This is getting old, and I'm getting sick.

One of the many, many reasons I believe so strongly in feminism is my own poor self-image. Too many double-standards and far, far, far too many perfect eyebrows, perfect skin, perfect long blonde hair, perfect manicured nails...

I can't live like this. I'm a person.