As you may have deciphered from recent posts, these past couple weeks have been, let's just say, shitty as balls. I was laying on my bunkbed trying to do my reading for music, which was only 21 pages, and all I could think about was the moderately terrible events that have been occurring in my life that seem to be adding up to a fucking catastrophe. Now that I'm writing this, I feel like a dbag since there are so many people around the world that have WAY bigger problems than I do. So, in order to alleviate my current state of dbagness and negative nancy state of mind, I'm going to conjure up some positive things that have happened recently (if my ski coach was reading this right now, thank god he's mo def not, he would be so proud--he thinks I'm a major negative nancy pants).

Today, I got approved from Bowdoin to go abroad next semester! Which reminds me... This is an abroad app essay in the making that everyone should and will appreciate (courtesy of Lemma):

Describe yourself

I am very goal orientated. One of my biggest goals in life is to marry up. After I saw pictures of hot aussies in Cosmo I decided I have to go there to find my future husband. I have very high standards. The Australians in cosmo met those standards and they are also movie stars meaning they are rich. So I will be meeting my standards and I will become rich. Goal achieved.
I am a hard working, dedicated, team player. I am compassionate and I am Emma’s best friend. I am very dependable. I am honest. I do not know how to surf. I like to try new things. I do not like squid. I like older men. I like the ocean. I am easy to live with. I am Emma’s big spoon. I like to make people smile. I didn’t like apples when I was little, and I like them now. I eat cereal a lot. I am glad I am not an only child. I hate conflict. I like sleeping in tents. I am a push over. I am easily entertained. I wish I knew how to play the piano well. I am a horrible speller. I am not a slow driver. I like to make and listen to music. I am a creeper. I burp a lot. My feet smell when I wear my Australian Emu’s. I am vulgar. I like it when young children use vulgar language.


In case you were wondering, I did not send that essay in. Even though that describes me probably better than what I did write, which was something along the lines of dedicated, intellectual, outgoing, compassionate, blah, blah, blah. The only thing that matters is on the outside anyway, right? Which is another awesome thing about living the aussie life for a while. I'm so coming back tanner, blonder, and skinnier, maybe even with a sexy accent. I should probably work on that now. Since I'll be going to Montreal (BALLIN) over spring break (SPRING BREAKKKK!), and nobody in Montreal except Aliza knows who I am, I can just practice my australian accent and I'll get all sorts of hott canadians all up in my grill. Great success. Well I'd say that's enough uplifting food for thought for now. Back to my reading.