College, Redundancy, The Big Dance

Working hard, trying desperately to get into Columbia. Classes are pretty easy though. I really wish I had put some effort into the first 3 years. Fuck. I'm going to end up going to my third or fourth choice because I dicked around so much. I tried to be cool by not doing any work, but now I realize all that matters is what I want, and what I want now is to get into college. I guess I just never thought about it until my counselors told me my grades needed to be about 5 points higher to get into a top college. I had always assumed that I would destroy the SATs and everything would sort itself out after that. Apparently that isn't the way things work.

In other news, homecoming this weekend. I'm not sure what to feel. I am actually going to the dance for the first time. Honestly, I don't care for dances at all. They are tacky and boring for the most part. I guess just hanging out will be fun. The girl I'm taking is pretty and is into some decent music. I'm not sure we totally agree about music, but I think only 2-3 people do. Also, in a surprising coincidence, out of the twenty-some people at Mirkwood in July, both of us were in attendance! And I didn't even know this until after I asked her to the dance. FUCKING WILD.