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I feel like a stranger here now. I really wish I was writing more. Maybe I will now, since things in my life are picking up a little... The next month should either be extremely exciting, or immensely disappointing. Either way, it'd be good to keep track of it. I tend to forgot events easily.
Here's another recap:
- While down in Danville for the Averett College open house, I was served an alcoholic drink when we had dinner at the hotel. My mother ordered my drink for me (because I hate ordering) and then he turned to me, asking me what I wanted him, and I told him it was the Shirley Temple that my mother had just ordered. He looked obviously confused, but eventually understood, and left. When I had my drink, I made the comment, "This is good"; not because it was alcoholic, but because it tasted as if they had put more strawberry spritser (sp??) with the Sprite, which I had had before and liked. My mother started analogizing the whole "do you have to request the drink to be "virgin" in order for it to be nonalcoholic?" She tasted it, brought back the waiter, and he said it was. And, of course, my parents just kept repeating what I said over and over again as they told the story. "Yeah, she said 'this is good!'". There is nothing more annoying than that.
- I've decided that my odds of getting into Lynchburg College are slim to none, and I would not be receiving any of their academic scholarships, since the deadline for those was the 1st. Their small student body certainly doesn't make my normally average school history stand out enough to get accepted. And plus, it would have $30 for the application processing fee.
- I've decided to put my hopes on Radford University, as they have a larger student body (about 8,500) and their application deadline is May 1st, so I'm not considered "late" to them. Always a plus. This morning, my original plan was to do a year a Radford, then try to transfer to Virginia Tech. But, I did a lot of reading on Radford... I think I might just stick with it. If I can get in... The bad part, is that I'm actually thinking, speaking, and acting as though I've already been accepted. I'll be damned depressed if I don't.
- My guidance counselor, Mr Pitz, has put be in many awkward positions lately. When I first started seeing him about college information, I showed him my web sites, and what I was capable of, as a credit to my ability and enthusiasm to go to college. Well, since then, he has talked about finding "better" jobs for me over the summer and what not. He once asked me to look at his own site, and try to get me to design a new thing for it. As "something in return." I completely ignored it, and it eventually went away. The last time I e-mailed him, he replied, and told me that he had recommended me to this son. His son needed to learn flash, and he recommended me as something experienced in the program. That pissed me off. As busy as I am right now, and as hard as it is to get me motivated under pressure, he was willingly trying to bring in this element. He wanted me to actually meet up with his son, and have a one on one lesson to teach him how to use the Flash program; someone who knew nothing about computers, and who's whole need to know such a complex program was simply beyond me. I met Mr Pits in the hallway, and I politely explained that I did not think I was qualified enough to have that sort of expectation on me, especially when it involved someone's valuable time and money. But yet, his son still contacted me personally, saying that the online tutorial that I recommended was not really enough, and he still wanted to meet one on one. I waited two days until I could find some way just to tell him flat out "no, sorry." So... That has caused me a lot of unwanted stress. If I need money for something like that, I'll ask Mr. Pitz to find it for me. Otherwise, he should just not.
- I found a teacher to write my recommendation letter for colleges. In my freshman year, I would not have thought that he would be my one true supporter, and the most enthusiastic OCHS facility member about my capabilities. He was the very one who gave me the idea that I could make web design, something I considered a hobby, into a living. And get some good money for it, too. So, who is this person? Mr. Dahl. I had him as a teacher each year for 9-11. This year I did get the chance to have a real class, but I'm doing that independent study with him. He sent me a copy of the recommendation, and I almost cried. It meant a lot coming from him. I'll have to find some way to repay him.
- My official GPA: 2.79. Not bad, considering I failed a class, and got a D in another.
Blah. So, yeah. Lots of talk about college stuff, because I'm living and breathing it recently. Right now, I'm anxiously awaiting scholarship search results. I hope it gives better results than the others I have tried. There is no scholarships for a major in Graphic Design. At least, not for one that doesn't require a 3.0 GPA or attached to a specific school.
Ehhh... I think I am going crazy.
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It has been a very long while since I've updated... This whole month, I haven't done much. I needed the stereotypical "break" from this for a while. I did not post anything about it, because honestly, I was sick of seeing "gone" messages on pages, and the "I'm going to find myself" reasons. I just became tired. I am not, in anyway, closing this down. Is it just me, or am I the only one who sees doing something like that as over reacting? I'm just going to slowly float back into this... And I'll take as much time as I need.
As a recap, here are things that have happened:
- Went to Lynchburg College on the 3rd; liked the people and the campus; hated how the buildings looked inside.
- Got tons of shit ready for college, or whatever.
- Went over to Daniel's house on Valentines day. We played playstation for about 3 hours. He gave me a bear, and a little poem he wrote himself. Kissed him before I left. But I don't think he's really my type.
- Went and visited Averett College (soon to be University) last Saturday, the 17th. I really liked the college; it reminded me of Mary Washington College, which I always wanted to go to when I was little. Really contributed as to why I liked it. It was set in a New England like area, with well-kept houses with sidewalks and family cars, and the college was in the middle of it all. I really liked how they had the dorms set up; and they had these kick ass new apartment/dorms just build in the summer of 2000 that upper classmen get to use. Most of the buildings looked new and good, which I really liked. I had also contacted one of the professors before going to the open house, and got to meet him and talk to him about the HCI program while I was there. So far, Averett is my favorite of the two, but I'd be happy going to either. Now all I have to go is be stupendous enough to get in. Hopefully my SAT scores didn't suck so bad. Wish they'd hurry up and give the results back.
- Am dramatically close to starting another internet relationship. And I'm very reluctant... Because my last one didn't go very well, because my life may dramatically change in the fall, and, and... They're hard.
- And today's news? Daniel has been calling my house since 12PM. At 5:45, he has officially called 8 times. I haven't picked up the phone at all. Why? Because all he wants to do is ask me if I want to do something, and it's a lot easier for him to think that I'm not home, then to have to say no to him, and think up an excuse not to go.
- Actually, I am sort of sick. My left contact was bothering me yesterday and this morning, and it's basically crippled me. I've been sleeping on and off all day, and I feel like shit. Good thing I have off tomorrow from school for President's day.
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I'm listening to depressing music. I feel like I'm in a really weird bubble right now, somewhere far from here. The Cranberries can always make me feel that way. They remind me of how lost I was when I was younger, and how I would chant along to the lyrics as I cried. I really thought that meant something when I was 12.
I'm going to be an aunt. I am probably one already, but don't have enough communication with those individuals to be aware of it. My 1/2 sister is having a baby instead of getting married. Whenever I saw her, I always wondered if my father saw her as a 30 some year old virgin. I always wondered if she was having sex with the boyfriends she had, because I could never imagined someone as quiet as her to do something so loud and raw. Kissing would probably be a feat with the nose my father gave her. I've never seen any of her boyfriends, and I only saw a picture of her baby's father. She's going to wait until after the birth to have a wedding, because she doesn't want to be fat in the dress. At least I can get all the money for my college things, and the left over loot will be for her wedding.
I kissed the third person I ever have in my life this past week. On Tuesday. I went over to his house, we watched a movie and played Playstation, and when he was walking me to my truck at 9 o'clock, he spoke the words I listed in my last post. It was weird. I don't think I really wanted to do it. I spent time with him last Thursday, although I was not in the mood for it. We watched 1/2 of a movie and played N64 at my house. I kept a polite distance, as I have been telling all of my friends. But in truth, I didn't even notice it until when I was dropping him off at his house and he said good bye and got out of the car without even a slight hesitation. I then felt bad. Felt bad for something I wasn't sure I wanted to happen.
I feel like I'm in the middle of a very deep valley of sand, looking up toward the top. And the biggest problem I have with this mental picture is deciding where the shadows should be placed.
"Does anyone care?"
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"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Will you make me the luckiest guy on earth?"
"How?"
"Gimme a kiss."
"Ok."
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I'm going out of town this weekend. I have no idea if I will have time to update. Maybe. Possibly. We'll see.