She's a Super Freak

I'm done with freaking out.

I'm applying to UAlbany. If I don't get in, then I don't go.

I'm also applying to Siena College. I love them (and their basketball team). I am more likely to get in there.

If I don't get in, I go to HVCC. Siena set up a program to follow to the T to get all of the credits that will transfer into their English program.

Either way, I'm done with the freak out.

Until finals.

Going Crazy

I’m freaking out, guys.

Really, truly freaking out.

I applied you UAlbany the other day. Logically, I should get in. I have a 3.6 GPA while the required is a 2.5 for my program. But then I started to talk to people.

One of my friends applied in January. Seriously, January. Since then, her application has been “pending”. Sure, she applied for a really tough program for which the required GPA is 3.2. She had the same GPA as I did, along with having completed two years to my one. Why hasn’t she been accepted, if my friends are so certain I will be?

So, I’m freaking out. Near to the point of tears. On a whim, I’ve applied to St. Rose, just to see if I’ll get in there. It’s no longer about the tuition prices. I can figure that out. I just want to be back home.

Sigh.

All I can do is wait.

Barely a Blog

Dave is a moron.


That's all.

Goodnight, Folks.

Easter Summary

Easter was amazing.

I went to a buffet at a golf course, one that regularly costs 30 dollars, for half price. 

It had some of the best food I've ever tasted.

Then took a ride in my uncle's Model A.

Then passed out.

Still half asleep.

*snores*

I'm Blessed

Life just keeps getting better.

Book signings like to coincide with places that I'm going to be.

Well, not always. I mean, I missed out on Rachel Cohn, Laurie Halse Anderson, and Ned Vizzini coming to my hometown because my Spring break was just a week too early. And I missed Cassandra Clare and Holly Black by three days when I moved out here to Illinois.

But, generally, I get lucky when it comes to signings.

Part of the reason I moved to Benedictine was because, on the day that I was visiting, John Green and David Levithan were doing a signing in the town. My visit had been planned months before and happened to coincide on the same day. My dad has a ton of pictures of me meeting them both and I got signed books for me, Hannah, and Natalie. It was a fantastic experience.

Yesterday, I found out that the day before I leave, a ton of amazing writers are coming to town. Sara Bennett Wealer, Sarah Rees Brennan, Julia Karr, Lisa and Laura Roecker, Leah Clifford, Saundra Mitchell, Courtney Allison Moulton, Aimee Carter, and Christine Johnson.

I immediately called up the bookstore to ask about ordering the books and spots in line. I was told that the event had been set up just an hour before and that I should call back on Tuesday, after the holiday, to get my number. But, still, I hope they understand how packed this event is going to be.

I told Laura and Forest that they should attempt to make it and both of them are seriously wanting to attend.

When I finally calmed down about how amazingly awesome the date that they're coming is, I received some texts from Bailey talking about Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta. This is my absolute favorite book and I rec it to everyone.

I casually tweeted that I would die if I ever owned a signed copy, only to be tweeted back by an Australian author offering for me to send it to her and her getting it signed.

She lives ten minutes from Melina and, as soon as she can arrange it, is going to get a signed copy for me. How insane is that?

I'm blessed.
 <3

I love Interwebs

I'm not sure how I became so lucky, but the internet has done nothing but fill my life with joy and friends.
Even more, the influences from the internet have spread into everyday real world and make me happy.

Most of the Writer Girls Create Chaos knit. After hearing Rachael and Laura discuss yarn so many times, I decided to start. My boss brought me knitting needles, two skeins of Lions Brand Homespun in Pesto, and a crochet hook last night and began to teach me the basics.

According to her, I'm the quickest knitting learner that she's ever seen. I knit ten inches last night, only dropping three stitches, and that was my first try. She bound it off for me to keep and had me start over for David's scarf. So far, it is about fifteen inches and I've yet to drop a stitch. I feel like a knitting bad ass, despite the fact that it is a simple garter stitch.

I'm not really surprised that I'm good at knitting, truthfully. I need something to do with my hands at all times. It's why I type really fast. It's why, as a child, I had a worry stone that I actually worried through. My teacher's demanded that I get one because my hands could never be still.

Also, I've always been into crafts. During elementary school, I used to make lanyard bracelets, key chains, necklaces, and headbands. I sincerely had boxes upon boxes of the plastic string, all in different colors that entertained me. My mom would buy me books on new ways to create designs and I just loved every single one.

I'm not sure why I ever got out of the lanyards. They were fun.

But I like knitting more.

I am not Number 4

Being at a small school definitely has its benefits.

Nearly every single professor I have taken remembers my name. They know about me. It may seem like a cheesy University commercial, but it really is awesome.

Today, my religion professor from last semester came into the library, mentioning how he wished me a good holiday, and then a good Summer on the East coast.

I mean, it's one thing to remember a that a person had taken your class, or even their name, but remembering that they're an out of state student from which side is kind of spectacular. At least to me. I usually can't remember the details. Especially if I had to deal with a ton of people.

I am going to miss that. I'm going to miss how my writing and literature professors know where I'm from, what I want to do, and encourage me specifically on how to get there.

I know that this is overused and abused, but I was a number at my high school. We had a ton of kids and teachers barely knew the basics about us.

But there are less people here and the professors genuinely want you to succeed.

People are astounding sometimes. Customer Service may break my hope in humanity every so often, but people who are awesome always restore it.