Seriously, UF, this is the last straw.
You sent me letter after letter telling me to make sure that I apply to your prestigious institution, all the while being in possession of my application, and deferring me time and again. Finally, you just tell me that I didn't get accepted, and what do you do? Send me a letter telling me to make sure that I apply.
And now, now, a representative of your natural sciences department, by way of your honors school, sends me an email welcoming me to the program, and congratulating me on my good decision.
...What. I didn't even apply as a science major.
I was english literature.
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Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Down South
We went to Gainesville. Kristyn L, Janice S, Shannon M, Erica D, Joe O and I. Just a day and a half. But that was enough.
Made me realize how much I like that school, how gorgeous the campus is with all of the large trees and the Spanish Moss, how much I miss my friends. Made me realize a few other things, too, but they are not within the purview of this journal.
I saw Stephen M (the Juice Box, my best friend) and Erika S ([Rikki], my ex, and other best friend), among others. The Juice and I got to spend some quality time.
Steak n Shake at 3 AM, with a waitress not possessing the cognitive faculties at that hour to differentiate between a strawberry and a peach.
Walgreens at 3:30 AM, with a photo lab tech (?) with a sense of humor at all hours of the night, and a Pharmacist who, for some reason, is suspicious of two college kids who enter the store in the middle of the night laughing and shuffling through their jingling pockets.
Dorm room at 7 AM, when the Juice's roommate shuffles in to go to bed. We only realized 3 hours later that he was sporting a nasty gash on his leg, with dried blood running all the way down to his foot.
And finally, drifting in and out of sleep in the common room from probably 2 PM to 6 PM, while watching Myth Busters, POWERTHIRST, and screaming Pac Man, and helping others with their wireless internet.
Later on, the Juice, Rikki, the others and I met up with Laura E (or J, depending on whom you are asking) and her mother, who treated us to seeing Eli (our favorite kitten) and her two dogs, one who is pushing babies back in like nobody's business. Her mom treated all of us to dinner at the Cracker Barrel, for which I owe her immensely.
And for the cryptic message of the day, I don't like how things are ending up but I know what I want to happen.
Made me realize how much I like that school, how gorgeous the campus is with all of the large trees and the Spanish Moss, how much I miss my friends. Made me realize a few other things, too, but they are not within the purview of this journal.
I saw Stephen M (the Juice Box, my best friend) and Erika S ([Rikki], my ex, and other best friend), among others. The Juice and I got to spend some quality time.
Steak n Shake at 3 AM, with a waitress not possessing the cognitive faculties at that hour to differentiate between a strawberry and a peach.
Walgreens at 3:30 AM, with a photo lab tech (?) with a sense of humor at all hours of the night, and a Pharmacist who, for some reason, is suspicious of two college kids who enter the store in the middle of the night laughing and shuffling through their jingling pockets.
Dorm room at 7 AM, when the Juice's roommate shuffles in to go to bed. We only realized 3 hours later that he was sporting a nasty gash on his leg, with dried blood running all the way down to his foot.
And finally, drifting in and out of sleep in the common room from probably 2 PM to 6 PM, while watching Myth Busters, POWERTHIRST, and screaming Pac Man, and helping others with their wireless internet.
Later on, the Juice, Rikki, the others and I met up with Laura E (or J, depending on whom you are asking) and her mother, who treated us to seeing Eli (our favorite kitten) and her two dogs, one who is pushing babies back in like nobody's business. Her mom treated all of us to dinner at the Cracker Barrel, for which I owe her immensely.
And for the cryptic message of the day, I don't like how things are ending up but I know what I want to happen.
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