i sure hope you are right, Henry Ward Beecher. i am devastated. turns out that everyone showed up for registration yesterday and i am, not surprisingly, left unbelievably disappointed. again. i know it is not the end of the world, but when will it be my turn to be so happy at how well things are going for me. foolishly enough of me, i half expected to be accepted. i should have known better.
anyway, i have a list of places to call tomorrow to see if there are any places left in any of the courses they have that interest me. i feel as though i have to do something this year, apart from work. i cannot work again for another year, waste more money and more time. my brain will rot if i don't start using it properly. i keep saying i'm only a baby, but the truth is i am in the last of my teenage years. i am growing up. that excuse can't be used anymore. scarily enough.
we passed through phibsborough today and i noticed a bitchin' looking charity shop "aware" in the village. the AMOUNT of stuff on the rails was insane. can't wait to have a look around there as soon as i have some money to spend. i want to get a pair of ankle boots too. for the autumn/winter, which has pretty much hit us like a WWF champion. either black or tan, or grey even. maybe i'll come accross a nice cosy pair. and a (faux) FUR JACKET. for the third year in the row. FUCK. it doesn't really have to be vintage but i'd prefer a cheap one as opposed to one for €94 euro in River Island. camden let me down last year, not one without a hole in it. sigh.
i'm publishing this post now because i've no more to say. i know i mentioned that i wouldn't speak of any of my problems, but it's all i'm faced with these past few weeks.
night night, x
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