One part inspirational speech and one part music video. The second video blog I made for friends (and me) stressing over college admissions. Surprisingly took me less than two hours to shoot the video and edit the audio and clips. Playing the lovely song "El Reloj" by Jóvenes y Sexys during the first part.

But seriously, to all of you who aren't feeling the love from your first choice or any other college, don't doubt yourself too quickly. You'll end up happy no matter what.

today is the day,

And I have no school.
What a wonderful time for cold weather to set in.

My plans include baking bread. It relieves much tension.
An update will probably come later.

Whatever happens, happens. I stopped being in control on November 1.

//update
Deferred. One in every two people was deferred.

Ahwell. Onto other apps, and I think I'll send in some artwork after all.

Fridays

I am excessively thankful for Fridays. So much that sometimes my thankfulness for Friday spills over into Saturday, and overflows my thankfulness for Saturday, which somewhat lessens the harshness of my Sundays.

The weekend is a wonderful time.

These past two weeks have been somewhat stressful, albeit manageable. Papers and projects--two magic words that share a first letter with "pain." Last weekend was a whirlwind of violin followed immediately by a test-filled week.

And now, my life is almost silent.

I am having a great time with this arrangement. It's like a painting with pitches and beats for brushes and colors.

We're anticipating an ice storm for next week, which is finals. I don't have to attend most of them, but I might take Calculus and Physics and the other two from which I'm not exempt.

I have a list of thoughts to put into writing soon. Not college essays, for once! Just things I'd like to discuss.

Monday evening is when I find out.
I'm not really thinking about it now.

Perhaps the nervousness comes five minutes before?
Right now it doesn't seem to matter that much.

In the face of a silent weekend, what else could I want?

I am poetic

I feel everything.
But it's not supposed to be everything all at once.

Even writing does not help.


I am taking another SAT Physics Subject test tomorrow.
I am practicing for a concert, playing a fundraising concert.
I'm ready.

The weekend will be over.
I will have other things to think about.

I haven't exactly thought about myself.
I didn't realize how sad I was until today.
It's okay to be sad. It seems to go this way for everyone.

Is it really December?
What did I do in 2008?

A lot of things that matter.
But not the one that matters most.

I'm going to write a message.
I'm going to write a song.
Not at the same time.

I'm going to go to college.
I'm going to draw myself in the big picture.

pre-admissions decision get-together support group thingy.

I am excited for December 15. Why? Because I am going to have an amazing time with my friends in the hours from 2-4PM central time.

The plan?
We are writing rejection letters to each other. Everyone will get a piece of paper to put their name on, and everyone else will write notes to them saying what they would say if they were there when the person gets the admissions decision.

The letters are then sealed, labeled, and ready for the day. Oh gosh.

Maybe we'll do it before December 15, because decisions apparently mail before then.

I thought of this because it was too necessary. I don't have a dog. I don't have parents who will be home. I have siblings, but they don't get it.

And then I thought of other people who would be the same boat. And shit. It's a life-changing decision, no matter how thin you slice it (I usually think of the slice as Swiss cheese, actually).

I began my UChicago essays last night. I have half of one written and another one brainstormed out. They're fun, but it's not the same type of passion I had for my First Choice essays. Ahwell.

I dislike complaining, but I'm doing an awful lot of it since I've gotten back from break. I wish I had better things to say. I wish I had better things to think.

I am going to ban "no time" from my phrasebook of life.

I am going to work out between study sessions of homework.
I am going to write in my blog, write poetry, write words without feeling guilty.
I am going to get six fucking hours of sleep no matter how the cookie crumbles,
no matter where the cookie crumbles.
I am going to watch the intriguing Italian film I am 90% on the way of acquiring.
I am going to read the news, damn it.
I am going to get my fucking driving license!