is it strange that i feel like i'm waiting to see which plane i'm going to fly on? or rather, which place the plane will take me to. I am in waiting. Not a very clever analogy, really. College is a'comin and acceptance letters or nonacceptance letters are being anticipated. I don't care if a college rejects me, because i seem to be quite conveniently nonchalant about that. I just want a place to take me. My next life unravels from that point on, so an acceptance letter will just be like a ticket to fly.

I still have to get over the last bit of highschool. It's like eating the rest of your vegetables, if you hate vegetables. If you love vegetables, it's not like eating the rest of them. It's raw cauliflower.
i think i've said enough.