Mental:Bah. Just go away. I don't even want to think about any mental abilities or lack thereof on my part. Everyone in English was talking about what colleges they've gotten into. There's no way in hell I'll get into UT or A&M. Looks like U of H for me. My mother keeps saying that even if they don't accept me, I can always transfer there after my freshman year. Whatever you want, mom. I really don't care. It's your money.
Emotional: I am worthless. Let us accept this and move on. Blah.
Artistic: Blah again. I want to draw, goddamnit, but it just isn't working. It's frustrating to the point of tears. And it takes a - LOT - to make me cry.
Misc: Must call on Thursday (during band, actually) about the Whole Foods interviewing thing. I'm hoping Mr. Warren will let me call. If not, I will be quite cranky. But I need this job. If I can't get it, I'm applying at Lane Bryant and then Starbucks (I love the smell, if not always taste, of coffee, but I'm wondering if it won't make me absolutely nauseous. So it's third on my list). Anyone else know of a place that'll hire part-time and pay real well in Houston? I wonder how much open-all-night stores will pay for the earlier part of the night shift. (I can work 'til 11 or 12. I'll see if I can pull off later on Friday nights.)
Take the "How immature are you?" Test
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Which Rainbow Brite kid are you? By Growing.
Hurrah for the 80s. They were a fun time. A little weird, but that's what made them so fun. (Yes, I can remember the 80s. Part of 'em, anyway.)
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