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I really REALLY like Muse. They are amazing. I want to dance to them at my wedding, I like them that much. I don't think you can dance at Pakistani weddings, however.

I love AP MEH so much. Blair and I studied all the right stuff. Stupid idiot Blair. The fucking Dean of admissions of TCU hand-delivered his acceptance letter to his house. Lucky prick.

He wouldn't stop showing off about it...

After school was fun though. Mono, Maddie, Blair, Erin and I were trying to finish the stupid 30 point essay Doctor Lewis gave on the test and he wouldn't stop talking. Or dancing. Or frollicking. I just ended up writing a three sentence thesis and writing down literally everything that happened in the War of Austrian Succesion and the Seven Years War. Which was a bitch but I did it in less than two pages. BAMF.

I don't know if I respect Maria Therese as much anymore. As a ruler of course, she is amazing but as a person- no.

Huh.

I don't know about AP Art History anymore. I thought I'd love it but the tests are just so weird. I'm not good with structured formal writing. I write my history papers in the vernacular and my English papers sound like... well I like to imagine they sound good.

Did I mention I like Muse? Because I do.

Everyone's getting their acceptance letters and it's making me nervous. TCU emailed me to tell me they are now considering my application and I have two weeks to hear back from SMU.

I am also old now. I can't keep up with anything but myself.

It's weird how much missing all my music is affecting me. I could pick any song to match my mood, I had some recorded live exclusive shit, I had my life's experiences in there. Now I'm just trying to re-get everything. Like I just got back all my Feist. :[

I don't really like this thing. It's more social. I keep my mind in the pages of my journal this is more...prosaic. Everyday emotions, things that I can put in a jar and store away in the pantry with the other little bottles of past states of self.

I'm excited about writing my Found poem. I feel Shipley anticiaptes what we're doing in Lit class so he plans around it.

I'm getting ready to give up my free first period for Imaginative Writing (That most precious of all things to me) with Samuel Tall.

Oh dear.

I like how just because I didn't talk to my mom for a couple of hours on Monday she thinks I'm flighty. Really. She said that. Fuck her man. I'm outta here in a while. I hate the noise of tutting. I want to smash a wall in half when I hear it.

Also...I'm the one who cut the straps on your bag with scissors.

Jealousy is a disease, bitch. Get better soon!

:D