I hate drill team. I have for at least a year now. Yet I continue to torture myself
daily, with the spawn of Satan criticizing my every flaw. "You're too pale. You're
too tall. You can't run across the gym in .000002 seconds? You suck. I'm 36 years
old, and I can." Someday, that woman will get what she deserves. Unfortunately, I
probably won't be around to witness it. Because after next week, I never want to be
in her presence EVER again.

Because I'll be done.

I started my countdown to the end of drill team 137 days ago. Today, there are only
8 days remaining on that countdown. It's fantastic. Every day that I get closer to
the end, my mood brightens just a little more. By next Tuesday, on the plane home,
I hate drill team. I have for at least a year now. Yet I continue to torture myself
daily, with the spawn of Satan criticizing my every flaw. "You're too pale. You're
too tall. You can't run across the gym in .000002 seconds? You suck. I'm 36 years
old, and I can." Someday, that woman will get what she deserves. Unfortunately, I
probably won't be around to witness it. Because after next week, I never want to be
in her presence EVER again.

Because I'll be done.

I started my countdown to the end of drill team 137 days ago. Today, there are only
8 days remaining on that countdown. It's fantastic. Every day that I get closer to
the end, my mood brightens just a little more. By next Tuesday, on the plane home,
I'll be skipping up and down the aisles singing "Hallelujah!" I'm so stoked.
Now if only we were going to Disney World.

After next week, all I'll have left to worry about is AP tests and finishing up
college plans. My senioritis has kicked in full throttle and there's no going back.
I simply just don't care anymore. I've already been accepted into my top three
colleges, my high school rank and GPA are frozen, so I officially managed to remain
in the top ten percent for my entire high school career, and now, dance is ending.
Plus, it's spring break. :D

EOIGJLDKJBOISEJFDKL. I'm super jittery and excited about how awesome this week is.
And hahaha, I spelled Boise in the middle of that random outburst of letters.
Hahaha.

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This next month is going to be hell. Pure torture. I'm still so extremely
pissed that I can't even type it all out, but 35 days cannot come fast enough. I
don't understand, if there are five other people who can't get to their spot on
time, why call me out? Why pick on me alone? Someday, you'll get what you deserve,
and hopefully, that day will be soon.

Also, WHY am I being required to translate Old English? I'm taking British
Literature, not Dead Language That Has No Impact On Society Today. School is just so
incredibly pointless. Especially since my senioritis is acting up. I can't wait to
get out of here and go to college. Not that it will be any less stressful, just
different. A change of scenery. Something! Just to get me out of here.

Alright. My project awaits me.

About two months ago, I wrote a diary asking for opinions on my living options for
college.
Click.

In the entry, I mentioned three schools I was choosing from. Well, I've decided that
I'm going to the university I was choosing dorms for (Not going to announce the name
here, as I'm paranoid about posting too much info, haha). I think I knew in my head
all along that I would end up choosing this school. Which is exciting, but only
leaves me with tons more decisions to make. Like housing. Gahh, housing. Yesterday,
I went down to campus and toured all my options again, and still have no clue.

Not much has changed since I first wrote that diary, I'm still planning on rooming
About two months ago, I wrote a diary asking for opinions on my living options for
college.
Click.

In the entry, I mentioned three schools I was choosing from. Well, I've decided that
I'm going to the university I was choosing dorms for (Not going to announce the name
here, as I'm paranoid about posting too much info, haha). I think I knew in my head
all along that I would end up choosing this school. Which is exciting, but only
leaves me with tons more decisions to make. Like housing. Gahh, housing. Yesterday,
I went down to campus and toured all my options again, and still have no clue.

Not much has changed since I first wrote that diary, I'm still planning on rooming
with the same girl, Hayley. Two of my other friends, Steph and Julie, want to room
with us as well, should we choose one of the four-person options, but they haven't
been accepted to the school yet, and probably won't hear until late March or April.
Which is WAY too late to apply for housing. They can always apply now, and back out
if they aren't accepted, but that would leave Hayley and I with two potluck
roommates. Now, I'm open to meeting new people, but I'm not sure I'm up for rooming
with total strangers for a year of my life.

Also, I'm becoming increasingly attracted to on-campus housing. I really think the
benefits of being on campus outweigh all the amenities of private dorms (I would
never use a tanning booth, anyway!). However, Hayley's set on living in "Diva
World," as our moms call it. And, if the other two DO get accepted, then it's
unlikely that we would be rooming near them on campus.

Everyone I've talked to has said that living on campus is much cheaper, but to be
sure, I sat down and figured out the pricing myself. All options include the biggest
possible meal plan, which I probably won't end up having, since I don't eat that
much, but for comparison purposes, I went ahead and included it:



Blah. College is so expensive. This doesn't include tuition or anything, either.

Private 1 wasn't in my original consideration list, but I went ahead and checked it
out yesterday, just to see. I didn't really like it as much as the others, plus it
was much more expensive, so I've pretty much crossed it off my list. Private 2 is
the one my friends liked the most of the off-campus dorms (originally option 2 in my
first entry), and I liked it, but my favorite of the three was Private 3 (option 1 on
my original list).

I went to visit my friend who lives in an on-campus dorm much like the On-Campus 2,
which was my third option on the original list. I really liked it, and for a typical
dorm, it had a lot more space than I thought it would. Sure, it was older, and didn't
have all the fancy amenities of a private dorm, but I liked it a lot. On-Campus 1
wasn't on my original list either, and it's a smaller version of On-Campus 2, but
instead of the separate bathroom, Hayley and I would share the bathroom with two
random suite-mates. Which I'm not so sure about. I'm just a bit apprehensive about
sharing my bathroom with strangers.

Not that I have too much say in the matter. If I do end up applying for on-campus
housing, there's a good chance that I won't end up in the style of dorm I want.
Housing tends to honor roommate requests over hall requests, so they're more likely
to put Hayley and I together in a crappy dorm. Which is why I have to apply EARLY.
As in, now. Before all the late applicants get accepted. So I'm going to talk to
Hayley tomorrow, and we'll hopefully come to a decision. :D

Then I can worry about financial aid...

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Since I joined this site back in 2006, I've made it a point to write at least one
public diary entry a month, and I've done so, except for maybe once or twice. I
don't know, I don't really keep track, but for whatever reason, I feel it's
necessary to let the world know I'm still here. Haha. Not that anyone's actually
reading this.

Anyways. This is that self-required monthly entry. I really have nothing to write
about, so I'm going to type whatever comes to mind. And at 1:40 am, that could be
just about anything.

It's a four day weekend, although I've got dance on Tuesday from 9-1, so that kind
of kills that. I'm so irritated with dance team right now, and if I hadn't already
Since I joined this site back in 2006, I've made it a point to write at least one
public diary entry a month, and I've done so, except for maybe once or twice. I
don't know, I don't really keep track, but for whatever reason, I feel it's
necessary to let the world know I'm still here. Haha. Not that anyone's actually
reading this.

Anyways. This is that self-required monthly entry. I really have nothing to write
about, so I'm going to type whatever comes to mind. And at 1:40 am, that could be
just about anything.

It's a four day weekend, although I've got dance on Tuesday from 9-1, so that kind
of kills that. I'm so irritated with dance team right now, and if I hadn't already
paid for the New York trip, I wouldn't be a part of it anymore. I'm fed up with the
director, practice, and most of the people. But especially the director. I actually
tried the catharsis method (I know, it doesn't work, but it helped at the time) and
wrote out a three page letter detailing everything I hate about her, and I wasn't
even halfway done, but I eventually got distracted and forgot about it. It did calm
me down, for the time being, but that was months ago, and my disdain is as strong as
ever. I feel as though I am typing a bunch of run-on sentences. And I'm randomly
adding extra letters to words, because I can't type. It's fantastic. College stuff
has died down for the last few weeks, because of the holidays and everything, but
I'm going dorm hunting in the next week or so, so it'll pick back up. GAHHH. I can't
even believe that I'm going to be MOVING. Away from my parents. And my hometown. I've
lived here for thirteen years now, and can't imagine how next year's going to be.

Umm, I saw Leap Year, and I've decided that at some point in my future, I'm going to
move to Ireland. Just to hear people speak with Irish accents all day long. <3

So, I may have mentioned this at some point or another, but I've got my heart set on
participating in the Disney College Program...while in college, obviously. I just
abbreviated obviously to obv. but it looked annoying, so I changed it. Yep. Back to
topic, I'm officially obsessed with the CP, and have been fanatically reading blogs,
participating in forums, and watching vlogs (John Henselmeier! :D). I really really
really want to do entertainment, like being a character (Mickey, Minnie, etc.), and
mayyybe even dancing in parades/shows. Which is highly unlikely, but it's a dream,
right? I've spent so much time researching this program though, and I've completely
neglected my schoolwork. Which isn't good. I mean, it's senior year, so it's not
entirely hard (I GOT ALL A'S FIRST SEMESTER!! WHOOO! [This hasn't occurred since
eighth grade.]) but it's a habit I'm going to have to break if I want to survive in
college. Plus, I'm going to have to start running. Gross. But I REFUSE to succumb to
the Freshman 15. I'd actually like to lose about ten pounds, if possible, but I'm not
holding my breath.

This is turning into one of the longest entries I've written in a good while, and
will probably stay that way until I get another free weekend (So...summer).

I recently went back through all my old diary entries and read them. Wow. I don't
even remember half the stuff I mention in them, and it's weird to see how much I've
changed (and at the same time, haven't). I mean, one of my first entries was a poem
dedicated to my cousin's farts. I wish I could say that that was totally juvenile,
and I'm much more mature now that three years have passed. But I can't. Because I
still find it funny. And true, unfortunately. But at the same time, I feel really
stupid for saying/reacting to things the way I did. Like, why would I even do that?
In the end, though, I'm the same dork I've been since I joined. Just a little
taller.

That about sums up what I'm feeling right now, at 2:01 in the morning. Happy Martin
Luther King Jr. Day! I'm off to bed, to have a dream, and maybe someday, that dream
will give children everywhere a day off from school.
Just kidding. :]

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lsdkjgeiogjlkajgaierjeewialjigjioreajgiwmkl.

THAT^ is what my brain feels like right now. I'm so screwed.

AP Stats. I don't even know. Whyyy would I take this class? I only need three math
credits to graduate and this is my fifth one? I'm stupid. It's probability (I know
what you're thinking...like the chance of getting a green marble? No.) and it's
ridiculously hard. Or maybe I just haven't done any of the homework for about two
months. Yep, that's probably it. And it's my own fault, blah blah, but seriously.
With college apps and dual and dance, I'm not sure how I'm going to survive the next
108 days (the end of dance team). YES, I'm counting down to the end of dance, is it
really that bad? I hate it. OHH CRAP. I've got an audition tomorrow. And I'm not too
lsdkjgeiogjlkajgaierjeewialjigjioreajgiwmkl.

THAT^ is what my brain feels like right now. I'm so screwed.

AP Stats. I don't even know. Whyyy would I take this class? I only need three math
credits to graduate and this is my fifth one? I'm stupid. It's probability (I know
what you're thinking...like the chance of getting a green marble? No.) and it's
ridiculously hard. Or maybe I just haven't done any of the homework for about two
months. Yep, that's probably it. And it's my own fault, blah blah, but seriously.
With college apps and dual and dance, I'm not sure how I'm going to survive the next
108 days (the end of dance team). YES, I'm counting down to the end of dance, is it
really that bad? I hate it. OHH CRAP. I've got an audition tomorrow. And I'm not too
positive I know the dance. Cool. LKEJIEGJOAIWJFIKJGIOEWUEJFMV.

Don't yell at me for taking naps, okay? GAHHHHHHH. Sorry if you actually are reading
this. Just leave, and go do something productive, as I'm surely not. Eat a PopTart or
something. 21 days until Christmas.. :D That's the only thing worth excitement right
now. And maybe Glee. I love Glee.

Okay, I'm really off topic, not that I really had a topic to begin with, so I'm just
going to go crash. G'night.

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So, if you don't already know, I sprained my foot last Friday while dancing. The
pictures speak for themselves.

Day 2:


Day 9:


Yeah... those aren't in the wrong order. My foot actually looks worse today than it
did last Sunday. Gahh.

I can't believe I missed it.

Yesterday, November 23, 2009, was my 3rd anniversary with Kupika. I've officially
been a member of this site for three years. Crazy stuff.
:D