I got waitlisted for Chapel Hill.

shit, yo.

just shit.

they want to see my grades for the first semester which was totally gonna suck until i actually got my grades (two a's and two b's). i have a chance. not a very good one [apparently only 18% of deferred applications get accepted in the end] but dammit i'll give them what i've got and if it's not good enough.. well, damn, you know, it's out of my hands now. i can't do anything but wait and hope, and maybe the chapel hill gods will bless me. yeah, i just said that. DON'T. JUDGE ME.

i'm starting to like my physics class. it's fucking basic math so far and taylor's kindly offered his help for when i don't know what the hell is going on. which is much, much preferred to my other option of calling my teacher; he's given everyone his phone number for that express purpose... i don't want to call him. he scares me. he's a cool guy so far, and i was totally ready to get into a religion v science debate during class today, but he's still a strange, bothersome little man.

been texting back and forth with some guy from the other side of asheville i met on the washington trip. *shrug* he likes me, i have... a mild interest in him [which taylor kindly called me a slut for having; i don't know if that's jealousy, taylor-brand posessiveness, bitterness, or trying to get under my skin - well. i mean, i know it's the last one for sure but whatever] but i don't know. i'd have to hang out with him to decide because honestly, people who ask about your day over text and then offer nothing in return piss me off.

like, seriously, does that annoy anyone else?

"what's up?"

"nothing much, i just got done with my psychology class. you?"

"nm lol im just bored so i thought id text you"

APPARENTLY.

PLEASE OFFER MORE INFORMATION OR I'M GOING TO GET REALLY FRUSTRATED WITH YOU. ASDFJKL;.


UGH, PEOPLE.

on a happier note:

go wish newark a  happy birthday for tomorrow (the 28th.) do it or i'll kill you