Applications Are Going to Kill Me

Oh my fucking gods. Three hours and all I've got for this one essay--one essay!--is like, fifteen lines of bullshit. Usually I'm good at just sort of writing fluff at the last minute, but I just can't focus!! My mind is so not on the applications--it keeps wandering, and I just freeze up when I look at the screen and see my half-written essay there. This is so impossible. How can it be this hard to get into college? And it's not like I'm even going to be accepted to all these schools. I hate the essays! I HATE THE ESSAYS!!! DIE, ESSAYS!!!

Seriously, these applications are going to be the death of me. Just watch. Come January I'll be dead, and I won't even be able to go to college anyway. Egads!

Anyway, I have gotten very little done today. About two minutes after I got out of bed Ips called and said "hey, you wanna go shopping? I'm like outside your house." So I went shopping until, like, 2ish, then got home and talked apps with my dad, then got to "work" on this fucking BU essay. Which I have already ranted about.

Ugh. My mind needs a break. The next time I try these essays I am so going to have a red bull in each hand. Which will make it difficult to type, but oh well.

Red Bull gives you wiiiiings!