Adventures of the Little One

ugh. i have college mail coming out of my ears, apppointments with my counselor, parents bothering me about visits, sats on saturday and a book of majors bigger than i am hidden somewhere among the mess of diet coke bottles in my car...

and i really just can't get myself to care as much as i feel like i should. i mean, i'm sure i'll have my ups and downs anywhere, and i'm really sick of stressing over it. i just hope anywhere is better than high school.

in other news i have a headache. i think the left side of by brain is about to fall off. that would be unfortunate. no college wants a girl with only half of a head.

i'm dreading the massive amounts of calculus i will have to do tomorrow night. turns out i also have a spanish essay?! joy. life rocks!!!1 (the one is added for extra excitement).

p.s. is it necessary to have a sixty pound model advertising shoes? it's not like she's going to be running in them. she'd break. ugh. magazines. why do i read them? (i guess reading isn't the appropriate verb here, seeing as what i do mostly consists of flipping through the pages dissing the models while secretly wishing that i looked like them).

i'm telling you, the only magazine worth while these days is seventeen because they have hilarious headlines like "they wouldn't let my on the cheerleading squad becase i'm jewish" or "help! my dad is a porn addict!"