I said I must be fine, 'cause my heart's still beating

That is exactly how I feel. Everything very good and everything rather bad is happening very quickly, and I just can't seem to care about the worse things. Applications and all are...they're hard to finish. I mean, I'm sitting here typing and not finishing them. Sooooooo clooose.

But they will be done before Christmas break. It's really just little things that I have to ask my parents about.

Shit, Oberlin has an INSANE application. They don't accept the common application, and they ask a lot of stuff about your parents and have a couple essays and stuff. Whoof. I'm freaking out a little about the Teacher References, 'cause none of the teachers I gave them to I know very well. I don't know *any* of the teachers in this school very well, except for Walker, and he's not here anymore. I should have sent him one...

Nah, that'd've been weird. It's like one of my cousins on the East Coast asking for me to be a reference for him for a job; it just wouldn't work.

But I do like that all of them seemed pretty happy to do it. The reccomendations, that is.

You know, sophmore year or something, someone told me that letters of reccomendation weren't required, and that colleges hardly looked at them...

...riiiiiight...

That's like someone saying the military isn't interested in your criminal record if you're joining. Total crap, that.

Well, I officially really freakin' want an automobile. I hope those of you who do have one appreciate it, because it's a HUGE improvement in quality of life. Huge.

I tire of this. I really should do some essay-writing...