In Which I Get Cold Feet From The Air Conditioner

Its been a retarded couple of weeks. I wasn't paid for a week, bitches tried to step to me like they knew about the brokeness. Bitches who make twice as much per check as I do and don't pay rent. I have no sympathy.

I also found out that my desired program does enrollments on a quarterly basis, and if I wanted to start in January, I'd have to have my stuff in my October 15. This is something to consider, beacuse it means I wouldn't be running around like a chicken with Down's Syndrome for August and September. As it really hits me that the fall application deadline is FRIDAY, it has also come to my attention that the application process is way more involved than I originally anticipated. I started pulling stuff for my portfolio yesterday. I didn't realize they needed two letters of rec. And I still need to vomit out a 300 word starement of purpose. But if I act like i want to meet the fall deadline, I might actually meet the winter one.

I realized that I don't need to pack as much as I thought. I'm feeling good. Some of my recent writing doesn't suck that much either.

As I tell the kids at my school: that's a beautiful dream. Hold on to that.

I've expanded into feathers. Right now they're more couture than ready to wear, but we'll see what I can do.

I might truly go blonde this weekend. We have the technology.

And now, to herd some children.