Well, nevermind, I guess

After sleeping on it and coming to a sort of revelation in my dream, I decided I was going to take Ilana's advice. Her father works at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and, according to him, scholarships don't depend on what schooling program you get into, especially when it comes to a Fantastic International Baccalaureate Program such as the one at Strest, because there just aren't enough merits to go around.

I mainly didn't want to make the decision too quickly because my school is giving more Honors opportunities this year. Plus, I think I was mostly concerned about the amount of catty bitches that attend. It's almost a fashion school, minus a lot of the creativity. Oh if only Christian Siriano were running about, calling everyone hot tranny messes. It's better than some wide-hipped Junior screaming "bad hair cunt!" behind your back. At least Christian would be more expressive.

In other news, my back hurts. I have the CRAAAAMPS pretty bad. I also have a date tonight, and I'm going to have to take one, no, two! Tylenol just to stand up. Whine, whine. I hardly ever get cramps. I think I should therefore be allowed to complain.