Someday you will find me, caught beneath the landslide...

I GOT IN!!!

Yeah, that's right, after all of my agonizing (and it's been going on for well over a year, trust me on that one) I got in!

Needless to say, I am excited.

But there are some people who seem to suck the excitement out of any situation. I'm not the only person to have met people like that, am I? Sadly, my mother tends to be one of them. It's not so bad until she starts in, asking questions, worrying, etc. She is bad about worrying, which really grates on my nerves.

I have a friend, Michelle, who is even worse about it. She doesn't even have to open her mouth, her presence alone sucks the magic and special feeling out of a situation. Maybe it's just because I've been around her long enough to know that she is certain to make a comment, or ask a question, that will break the moment and make the most special, cool thing seem mundane and ordinary. She's good at bringing up the negatives, and never hesitates to do so. So now, if there's something special going on and she's there, it loses the luster. We could go to Europe and visit some magnificent building or museum, and I'd just have to look sideways at her for it to seem like nothing special at all. If Hogwarts were real and she went there, the magic would stop working because she'd make comments like, "Gee, this castle is cold. That sucks," and "Those suits of armor are really irritating, the way they clank around and sing songs" and "The candles over the house tables look tacky," and "When the people in the paintings leave, the paintings look really retarded!"

Of course, I don't see a whole lot of Michelle these days...

She is also going to be thrilled when I don't get all A's this semester. It'll be the first time, and she's going to love it. she's quite competitive, and even though she is going to a different college, she always looks up the honor roll at the college I'm attending to see who all is on it. It's absolutely going to make her summer when I'm not. The culprit is organic chemistry, and when I got that acceptance letter, my motivation to study and make an A went straight out the window. As long as I get a C, I'm good. I don't think I will get a C, but even if I do, it's not going to be the end of the world, not by any means. I'm likely to wind up with a B, which is certainly respectable in that class! It wasn't so bad that an A was impossible, and in fact I had an A until I started slacking off and didn't study for that last test... oops. Heh heh.

Now I can enjoy the summer! I am going to try my best to enjoy every minute of it. This fall, it's going to be study study study for several years, fortunately. No, I don't enjoy studying, but it's much better than the alternative! I can't wait to get out of this town...