accepted!

USM likes me, evidently.

So does T.J Maxx! Oh, you charming clothing outlet, you. Your jeans were $15, your shirts were ten! I just about had an epileptic fit. It was huge. I haven't bought any new clothes since maybe August? And even then, very few. Also, I saw in my dad in what had been almost a month. He lent me some cash I plan on paying back, congradulated me on the job and the college acceptance, told me he loved me, missed me, and hugged me in the cold parking lot. I didn't really know what to say. This is the side of him I'd battle the ocean for. As the cliche fest goes. . .

Last night I went to bed at six. PM. Yes, that's right. I collapsed. Your bod can only take so much, kids. True story.

This week has been long, but good all the same. Tonight I recover from the gym visit, read much, drink plenty of tea. I start working Thursday, so this will probably be the last weekend I have free for awhile.

Spillman expressed concern over my lack of Sonnet. It was sweet. I'm wondering if I should actually get over the effort barrier and spit something out to get a better grade. The fact that I'm even debating it surprises me, as I was sure Sonnet and I were through. If we went on a date, I'd stand Sonnet up. It's just that repulsive. Sorry, I mean, it's just the way it is.

I do like one sonnet in particular though. . .a certain numero 29-oh. . .