Current Affairs

Like I said. I banned myself from making jewelry.

If only I was smart enough to ban myself from watching food videos on Youtube. Now I have this REALLY DESPERATE urge to make berry-themed jewelry. MY HANDS ARE TWITCHING. 

I guess you could say that I'm lacking.... currant affairs.

*snorts*

I am a mature twenty year-old adult

I am a mature twenty year-old adult

I am a mature twenty year-old adult

I am a mature twenty year-old adult

I am a mature twenty year-old adult

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I finally, like FINALLY told Turban about this blog and he finds it hilarious. I haven't told any guys about this blog, with the exception of OM...and I'm not sure if he's counted. It was kinda pointless telling him since he pretty much doesn't read it anyway (that hurts my feelings). I mean, guys usually aren't really into this whole blog thing. BUT I'M GLAD HE LIKES IT, YAY :D

So far the best compliment I have received for my previous post: It was well-written and nice to read. 

AWWWWYEAH. -insert victorious fist pump-

...I was kinda worried I wouldn't make much sense at 3am in the morning. Since my literature essays never did. [best compliment for a 4am essay from The Teacher: "You clearly put in effort. The first part was alright ("alright" is by my standards good). The second half was...incoherent. What time did you write this?"]

Well anyway, if anything, it's motivation to write more. I've been kinda down in the dumps ever since I got my rejection letter, although I'm much better now thanks to OM and a full day of screaming Fall Out Boy songs for therapy. Yes. I actually did that (I've never been more grateful for the fact that I have the whole house to myself). IT'S SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN THAT SINGING (well...screaming... since it's Fall Out Boy) OUT LOUD ALLEVIATES DEPRESSION. AND IT WORKS.

Also OM kinda blabbed to The Teacher and she was being really nice to me. She might have emailed the head prof because she asked me for his email.

Oh man. Now the head prof's gonna think I'm some kinda psycho. Since my lit tutor AND my boyfriend emailed him. HAHAHA. Yes. OM emailed him. It was well-written and very sweet and every time I read it, I tear up (I secretly saved a copy of it for myself in my Google Drive. Heehee shhh don't tell him). 

BUT THIS ALSO MEANS MY APPEAL HAS TO BE 100% PERFECT. I NEED THAT INTERVIEW. I have worked out everything from what book(s) I want to talk about to my hair and outfit. IHGRIHIREGIETG. NOW I JUST NEED TO BE CALLED UP FOR ONE.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THE PRESSURE'S ON.

HOW DO I SELL MYSELF PERFECTLY IN 250 WORDS???!!!

Also I've been obsessed with watching Jeffree Star on YouTube because he's weird and totally hilarious.

I think I'm in love. Also his skin is fucking flawless. WHAT IS HIS SECRET???

Ok back to writing my appeal.

BUHBYE.