Giving it all away

So here I go; I'm starting the wonderful application process. Wish me luck, I need it. And seriously, I'm not being a jerk, I'm not as smart as I seem, if I even seem so. I'm average, alright people. Average. So I'll be lucky if I get into that UC that we all are thinking of....or a UC at all...

This sucks. I guess I'm so good at putting things off, I barely noticed that its almost November now...almost time to turn these in...dude. I'm barely there. Barely. I'm going to lock myself in my room....wait, no I won't. I know I won't. So nevermind. I'm going to make sure I work on these. Can someone proof my essays? I'm not good at proofing my own essays...everything just looks alright. Then I read someone else's and I realize...my words are so elementary, it ain't even funny. My vocab sucks when I'm writing on my own...unless I'm inspired by this old novel...then I start to write like that...

Happy Halloween, weenies. Happy Birthday to PRJ and Alex.

I'm gonna be Michelle Branch tomorrow, wielding my guitar in the rain (or showers, rather), because I can't get into Art History without a costume. But no one will make me play my guitar. NO ONE.