…and I am procrastinating, so I guess I might as well.
but really all i wanted to say was check out the site I actually update on a semi-regular basis:
bettyshaw.wordpress.com
It’s full of stories of college debauchery and I enjoy writing it.
Today after class, I went by a sub shop to grab something to eat before grocery shopping. After I ordered, I turned around to find a place to sit, only to see two guys who came into my work Monday night! I was coming home from my GYM class, gross in baggy clothes with my hair up and glasses on, not exactly how I look at work. I’m surprised they even recognized me. I sat and talked with them though, so it wasn’t too bad.
when Monday comes around. I spend all week reading and reading and reading some more, and then doing assignments and working for never enough money and getting everything in my life straight, and then with one little tick of the clock at midnight Monday morning, it all comes crumbling down and I start over again.
“Try A Little Tenderness” playing on the all-RVA sound system…waiting for Jon Cryer in thrift store clothes to pop out dancing
I performed my own rendition when I heard that in Target. Love Duckie Dale.
I finished my first essay for UVa yesterday (“How do the career plans you indicated on your application fit in with your degree, rabble rabble rabble?”). Well, with the exception of one or two more ass-kissing closing sentences. I’m not fabulous at the ass-kissery, so it may be sitting in Word with the paper clip yelling at me to JUST END IT GODDAMNIT until March 2, which is when it’s due. I also have to get on the second one, which is a little more blatantly college-essay-ish: If you could invite three people to dinner, living, dead, or fictional, who would they be and why? I think I’m gonna invite Ian and perhaps John Hughes. I had thought about calling Dr. Strangelove, too, but once I remembered John Hughes was dead, that negated another movie-oriented thing. The University being The University, one of them needs to be more academic and less pop culture nerd. Meaning a literary figure. Maybe I’ll ask Malachi Constant to come along…but would a Vonnegut character be a little too faux-intelligencia for their taste? Jesus. I did not miss this bullshit when I scraped by my senior year and applied to VCU, and that was it. VCU didn’t even ask for a big, scary essay-type essay. They just asked why I wanted to go there, and I fruited it up a little by making it a hybrid of their question and the essay I had to write for my AP English class that was too OK to go to waste. But now, here I am, almost 19 years old and a sophomore in college, and applying to colleges like high schoolers do. I wonder, have I just been treating VCU like a community college or, worse, finishing school for the dreadfully inner-city Southern belle?
I did my transfer application for there a week or so ago. I just want to be done with college applications.
