YOU ALL EVERYBODY!

First let me get my Lost gushings out of the way: mmm, so punk rock. And he's Catholic! We're perfect. <3 And aww, moth. OTL AAF.

I've been asked whether I'm going to wear black for the next four years. See, after a while, it would cease to be me making a statement and start to be Bush having way too much of an influence on my fashion decisions.

So I'm going to do it until my wardrobe is exhausted, which should be about a week, based on the amount of black clothing I own. Actually, in ninth grade I had a lot of black t-shirts, so they're probably around somewhere, but it's really not worth it.

And anyway, I plan to follow through with my promise re hairdye, so I figure once I dye my hair black, that should count enough and I'll wear whatever colour clothes I choose.

Speaking of hair, I think it would be totally cool to get a mohawk. 'cause you could be totally punk rock, but also not spike it up and look normal. It's frigging ingenious.

I submitted my first college application on Monday-- RPI. MIT is due tomorrow, just need to edit my essay. School still sucks.

Ms Hauger asked me if I told the Inquirer reporter who visited our gov class a couple weeks ago about my SAT scores.

Me: Um, no. [WTF?]
Ms H: Didn't you get 1600?
Me: Um, yes. But I didn't even talk to the guy.
Ms H: Well, he wants to interview you and see how your college application process is going.
Me: Um, okay. [Weird.]

So she gave me his cell number and I guess I'll call him sometime when my life isn't killing me too much.

Talking of calling: Kali, your message is hilarious. I smile everytime I listen to it. I'll call you back sometime, I really will. Though you probably don't read this, anyway. xP

Thank baby Jesus tomorrow's Friday. Too bad the motherfucking SAT IIs are Saturday. Why did I decide to retake them? Did I really think I would study? So. effing. dumb.