McGonagall's words echoed in her mind. Decide what you're going to do with the rest of your life. Just make sure it's something worthy. The world expects nothing less from you.
I am supposed to have one interesting and intriguing idea. I have a few. Aliens, the brain, the universe, God and the potential. The timing for male marathon runners increased about three minutes in the last fifty years and the timing for females increased by a whooping thirty one minutes. And why can't I believe that Aliens exist. I mean we have a blind spot so naturally we don't really get the full picture. We also can't see colours beyond the visible spectrum so the aliens can be coloured in a wavelength that is beyond our visible spectrum! just like butterflies!
I keep telling myself that I can expect a rejection tomorrow and that I am ready for one. That it wouldn't be a too much of a surpise. But I want it so bad. I listen to Rosie Thomas' all the way to new york city on repeat. I keep thinking of how it would be like to study in those schools: Columbia and Cornell. I keep telling myself that I will fight so hard to get it, that I will work so hard to catch up, that I am willing to sacrifice my time and energy for the schools. I am afraid that if I won't make the right decisions if I get rejected.
I want to make you proud.
I want to fight for it.
I was reading my previous entries and remembered why I don't blog often. I sound so narcisstic, wrapped up in my own little bubble, waddling in my little puddle of misery, catharsizing about miniscule follies. and this entry is further proof of my narcissism. ahh what else..doctor who rocks! gotta love the repartee!
and my results suck and i am a selfish cloud. and i wish that people would stop talking about eastern europe like its some third world country, and how i shouldn't go there. and the person who came up with run on lines should get a trampoline so she can bounce ideas off herself when the lines start running. assuming a she invented it. pro-feminism wOOt
and i think its terrifying to believe in heaven and hell. and comforting to believe in karma. i am horrible with punctuation. and i like the cardigans.