“The only reason Edward [Cullen] can’t read Bella’s [Swan] mind is because she has no brain”–Me.
I’m aware that it’s conceited for me to quote myself, but, hey, that girl seriously has no brain at all. It worries me; she might infect (or already has) millions of girls who could’ve read something a little more decent. And now, they’re all obsessed with finding their “vampire prince”. mmrble.
I had this epiphany while I practiced my instrument today. I felt very virtuosic, maybe even a bit of a shrewd genius. No one was listening either. I just said it.
I have so much to do tomorrow. And for the rest of the summer. I don’t think I’ll be able to get it all done, so that means I have to prioritize, instead of just doing whatever seems to be right at the moment.Today I cleaned (and apparently not so great, my mom barked at me for not tidying up the downstairs bathroom properly) and looked at college stuff. And basically nothing else. Oh, I did make dinner. We ate bread salad and pesto grilled chicken. It was yummy. Back to college stuff, I looked around on scholarship sites and tried to price my textbooks. I’m not going to make as much as I wanted, but every penny helps. Filling out scholarship websites is such a mundane task. They ask for every nit-bit of information about you; I really had to rack my brain for some of the questions. I did, fortunately, find a lot of scholarships. For really random stuff too, and some of it even seems fun.
I seriously can’t believe I said that.
I’m definitely going to take advantage of the scholarships suggested. Most them involve writing an essay. There’s one where the applicant writes about a zombie apocalypse occurring at his or her high school and all chaos that breaks loose and could possibly earn up to $1,000. Sounds good to me. I still can’t grasp the enormity and vastness of the whole scholarship thing too. Every little thing about oneself counts for something. It’s kinds neat.
So basically I sat at the computer all day. I went to the grocery store to buy ingredients for dinner, and went on a walk in the evening. I didn’t stretch at all though. mmrble. Frustration. mmrble. I’m tired and I want to sleep, but I hate leaving business unfinished. Compromises. The things a teenager will give up for sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. The gloriousness of laying one’s head on that pillow and absorbing oneself into abstract catastrophic dreams. Gotta love it.
My day was boring. Please don’t die of boredom.
Stay Excellent!
Yours Troubie, Cranberry Lorraine