We All Live in a Yellow Submarine

Nikki and I went in a submarine and saw fishies and shpwrecks, it was mucho coolio. Byes.

Banana Fana Fo Fale (Fail?)

I just got back from my Yale interview, and just let me say...wow. The interviewer was totally cool, and the best part is that his dad is from Austria, too. I felt really comfortable the whole time, and it was nothing like how I pictured it would go. I had imagined some big-bellied, pipe-smoking, white-haired old man interviewing me, but the guy was young, and his ideas of Yale are fresh. I can't wait to finally get admissions decisions, but I'm kind of scared, too. Puh. Bring it on.

Finally (finally finally finally) took that calculus exam today. Blah. At least it's over with now, once and for all. It would be great to never have to take math or science again, but somehow I completely doubt it. Meh. I hope it turns out allright.

I am so ready for an early night. I'm exhausted. Achy. Sleepy. Good night!

Paper Routes?

In all the old movies, whenever kids need to make some money, their parents suggest a paper route, and then they're off on a road of cliches involving dime-sized tips and papers landing in the shrubbery, flying through a window, or hitting a balding man clad in a bathrobe in the back of the head so that he spills coffee all over himself. Whatever happened to that scenario? Whatever happened to paper routes in general? I remember my cousins had one when they were younger, and I would follow along on my bike and throw some papers just for fun, and they felt so real at the time. The routes, not the paper, because that's obviously real enough. I just want an explanation for what happened to all the paper routes...their absence just takes us farther and farther away from tradition, and I want the opportunity to get hit in the head with a paper and spill grape juice all over myself. Yeah, so, I just reread some of this and it sounds absolutely crazy, so I'm sorry for the babbling but honestly...how does the world turn without paper routes?

I Love Soup

I almost made it through a month and a half of being back at school without getting sick, but sadly, that's not so. I have this whole migraine/fever/throat thing that's driving me insane...and I really can't afford it right now. Meh. My plan of attack is sleep and soup and studying, but only because I have to.

I love soup.

Superbowl XL: Triumph of the Steelers

http://www.superbowl.com/ Yeah man, click on the above link to read a lovely story about my favorite hometown football team who won the superbowl (woo woo!) and became the third team in history along with the San Francisco 49ers and the Dallas Cowboys to win 5 superbowls. I Y my Steelers! They remind me of home...sigh. Kisses to all my Pittsburghers.

Well...Grey's Anatomy...it beckons. I love Pittsburgh.

Stalemate

Just so you know...the children were saved by lunch...they consumed mondo amounts of greasy food and began to realize how the "Freshman 15" is not just a fable...it's almost a requirement.

I'm at that point at night where sleep and I are dancing around, both running after one another and away from one another at the same time. I know it sounds crazy, but that's just how it is. It's like a psychotic game of chess. Meh. Good night. School tomorrow. French. Blah. Oh well, I'll plow on, tootles.

A Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, there was a nice girl who went on a field trip with her lit class. The day started out nicely enough...loud, obnoxious singing on the bus, a get-out-of-school-free card...but, upon arrival at the magical land of SLU, she was horrified to meet a whiny, annoying librarian who talked down to the students and treated them like they were babies. She even asked them if they knew how the Dewey decimal system worked! Oh, the horror. Then, she instructed them on how to use the computers, making them all search for the same topics so that the poor stupid children wouldn't mess anything up. The only salvation in sight seemed to be lunch, a shining beacon on the terrible journey...the girl and her friends stared at the clock as they wandered around the library, getting lost and playing Titanic in the library's third class basement. If only, if only time would move faster...only half an hour left....

TO BE CONTINUED...