I went to bed wearing a red t-shirt with a somewhat suggestive slogan on the back, pink zebra-print flannel and purple space-dyed socks. I woke up wearing the same thing. Did you think that story was going somewhere? No such luck, but now you have a much better understanding of what the inside of my duffle bag looked like when I unpacked after fall break!
It seems that the planets have realligned because Mount Holyoke Administration and Red Tape is out to get me all over again. Just when I think I’ve got it all under control and I start practicing my British accent, somebody turns around and rains more paperwork and deadlines on my study abroad parade. I’ve been running around (literally – someone asked me if I was timing sprints between Mary Lyon and Mead) since the moment I got back to campus on Wednesday. Somehow, I managed to snag an appointment with a professor who will consider writing a recommendation letter for my application, and I think my fingers will be crossed until that’s over.
But then I can hit the highway, because I’m driving out to Boston to see Rachel’s play at BU tonight! I’m staying with Chelsea at Wheelock, and DJ and Lou will be there, so I’ll get some extra parental exposure, which I obviously need to tone down my wildchild ways. I almost wish I was going to the baseball game, too, but I wouldn’t want to hang out with all those Boston fans anyway. So, I’m going to go pack, and hopefully coordinate a more fashionable pajama ensemble.
Quote of the day: “Life springs eternal, on a gaudy neon street” – Sheryl Crow
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