i finished my personal statement for my UC application. it was like giving myself an appendectomy or something, sisyphean in exurtion, but i kicked its bitch-ass and now i'm HELLA getting into college. next step, recopy the 3,000,000,000,000 page application, write those Board of Governors fucks a check for $110 (for the honor of being considered by their school) and mail the whole kit and caboodle, with the proof of mailing, in case of postal service-related monkey business. there is a light at the end of this god-cursed tunnel. fuckin' a.
Current mood: accomplished
Sunday, November 28, 2004
Wednesday, November 3, 2004
pet peeve
okay, this is my new pet peeve:
i hate it when you're in a big public bathroom, with multiple stalls available, and someone comes in and gets into the stall right next to you. the entire bathroom is theirs to choose from, but they choose the one RIGHT next to you. i feel like keeping one stall as a buffer, whenever possible, is the polite thing to do, unless you're peeing with your friend and you're chatting or something. strangers, though, require a little breathing room. if you have no choice, then fine, but if you do, that's rude.
that's what i think.
current mood: annoyed
i hate it when you're in a big public bathroom, with multiple stalls available, and someone comes in and gets into the stall right next to you. the entire bathroom is theirs to choose from, but they choose the one RIGHT next to you. i feel like keeping one stall as a buffer, whenever possible, is the polite thing to do, unless you're peeing with your friend and you're chatting or something. strangers, though, require a little breathing room. if you have no choice, then fine, but if you do, that's rude.
that's what i think.
current mood: annoyed
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