So I'm thinking I'm finally growing up. Not maturing...I'm already the mom...but I'm crossing items off the Top Ten Signs You're Growing Up List, and progress is being made. Applying to college. Navigating through city, via public transportation. Consoling drunk friend. Parents trust you. People call you Ma'am. Check Check Check.

On a side note, drunk ramblings do give you an interesting prospective. Intoxicated stupors (self-heightened or otherwise) lend to insightful thoughts and startlingly honest opinions. I've promised not to tell, but I guess its nice to have someone to confide in when you're smashed.

Rehearsal tomorrow. Justin Creeden's my lover. How fun is that? Mark is the cutest thing I've ever seen, Merry and I have already planned his tee-shirt. I miss the smell of the auditorium, the lights on my face and how dark it is outside when you stand on the bridge and say goodnight. Mmmmmmtheatre.

Mom's painting the cellar wall and the cats are chasing each other, the kitten's learned to climb the stools but she gets too excited and slides off the newspapers. Dad stopped getting the Boston Globe delivered because he couldn't agree on the price with the spanish telemarketer hawking current events, "He barely spoke english," Dad said in a fury. Miles is still sick, he doesn't believe in modern medicine, but I'd kiss him anyway because this is too much, I need to pay attention in physics.

Mom and I went to Wellesley again today. Sat through a student forum and a class on Roman Patriarchal Society and Emp. Augustus. Picked up a few Latin terms. Not bad, overall. I didn't speak to any of the other girls though. I'm no Cait Healey. ("Hi I'm from Massachusetts, what's your name?") Nor did anyone approach me, I'm v. intimidating, so it was a quiet day at Wellesley.

Dear Admissions Office,
Why do I want to attend your college? Yes, it is very beautiful. Your diversity, academic roster, and social opportunities are highly commendable. The campus and on-site cafes deserve ultimate praise. Your network of Wellesley graduates, while bordering on the cult-like, is just the thing for an uprising young girl, such as myself, to make her way in the world by hoisting herself on others and becoming proficient in the art of name-dropping. However, these factors have little significance in my decision. I am applying to your college because my ultimate dream is -as of right now- unattainable. Once I break into the industry with my award-winning books on tape (I will be very popular in Japan and many other countries) I will be able to say I knew you when. Thank-you for considering me.

With love and immaculate diction,
Ms. Ashley Preston


This is of course, not my essay. But it's much more existent than my real essay.
cait317694: im watching mona lisa smile and the thought of u going to this college is just interesting
goody2shoes0078: ugh
goody2shoes0078: college
cait317694: yea.
cait317694: did u get all ur stuff done today
goody2shoes0078: no.
goody2shoes0078: I have a five-day plan
goody2shoes0078: there's lists.
cait317694: nice

Steve Madden knock-offs at Target make me moan in ecstasy, but, alas, no size 10 and I return home empty-handed.


ash @ 4:53 PM