do you believe in planets?

"honor his policies"--WHAT??

I will not apologize for calling a spade a spade.

This girl--bless her sheltered, spoiled, thin-lipped soul--is a MORON.

I will not apologize.

OH BITCHES WHO PRAY HELP ME OUT

So, on the suggestion of my most reliable mentor, I fired off an email to [institution I'm currently waitlisted at] inquiring about my approximate position on the waitlist. According to aforementioned mentor, this technique is your best bet to get a final "yes" or "no" at these later stages in the game--and achieve the end of torment, so to speak.

A short one-act:

Wind: Blow, blow, blow.

Ebeff: Twist, twist, twist.

THE END.

Prayer and I aren't on such good terms. Send one up for me.