Goodbye chances-of-getting-into-that-grad school, I pretty much didn’t get the cut. Well, being on the waitlist wasn’t really a failure. I’m not going to rant because I don’t feel that down anyway. I’m disappointed for sure, but I guess it really wasn’t for me. I wonder where my life will go on from here. I have been thinking a lot about the other alternatives that are still vaguely constituted in my head. I have probably outstayed my semi-sloth, semi-freelance life right about now. It’s time I stop thinking about things and just go for it. Do it, just do it.

Right now, I’m writing about a society event which my friend and I covered last week. Between you and me, it was just okay. Or maybe I wasn’t bred for those kinds of things. I’m suppose to make it sound grand and exciting, and I’m having difficulty with the use of words. I think I’ve overused the words: celebration, tradition, and feast. Anyway, I’ll just check the online thesaurus later.

What I would give to be in a different country right now - just anywhere away from here. Get my head straighten out to really discern. It’s quite hard to reflect with the cellphones, internet, and television distracting my otherwise not-so-pensive state of mind.