Your Daily Recommended Dose

Things I am Going to Accomplish This Month:

Get into college
Figure out how to pay for college
Schedule an appointment to get an IUD
Get on some motherfucking Lexapro 
Buy Bugsy Malone on DVD

a short play from the office

annearctica:

R:  Are you going to fancy up for the wine tasting tonight?

A:  Yeah, I’ll put some lipstick on.

R:  We have to leave in half an hour.

A:  Ok.

Ten minutes later.

R:  You’re not ready yet? I thought you were fancying up.

A:  When do we have to leave?

R:  Twenty minutes.

A:  Well, I’m not going to Bedazzle my labia, for feck’s sake. I’ve got time.

minou:

Kelsium, even if that happens, and I doubt it will, here’s how the rest of the story will go: You’ll be depressed for a little while. Then you’ll decide to consider some schools that you did not consider before, and it will turn out that you go to one of those, and it is perfect for you, and it is where you wanted to be all along. I am trying to be neither Pollyanna-ish or cavalier about your sitch, I’m just saying, this is the way things like this go for a lot more people than you might think.

Also, did you buy those cashmere leggings on my advice? If so, SEE? I’M ALWAYS RIGHT.

I know. I mean, really, I do. I have many contingency plans, some more dramatic than others. This is the third round of undergrad admissions that I’ve been through. (You’d think I’d be able to handle it better.) It’s just much easier—and less likely to alert the greater world to my crazy—to let the hyperbole and melodrama in my head out in spurts on Tumblr. Thank you for saying that, though, it does help to hear someone else say it sometimes.

Regarding cashmere leggings: you were, indeed, the first of many to rave about cashmere leggings in the last couple of months and I can say unequivocally that you were right. If you have not yet heeded Minou’s words, do so now.

bingoparaphernalia:

Kelsium, if you don’t get in you’ll come to Ireland. We have universities that look like Hogwarts.

How could I resist?