Exhaustion

     It's the end of a long week and by long I mean it was War and Peace. I'm so tired. With bowling and homework and the play (and the season premieres of NCIS and Criminal Minds), I don't know how I've actually managed to get any sleep. I'm averaging about four a night. This may seem like a lot for some people but I like to sleep. It's my favorite thing. Maybe.

     But I'm glad it's almost over. Just two more shows and the play is done. I didn't know house manager was such an exhausting job. Having to set up chairs in five inch heels is not a good thing. Bowling will last until January, but we're done by 5:30 at the latest. As for homework, well, I can't really get around that can I?

    After school I'm going to go home and sleep. And then make Norwegian baked goods. And read Beloved.  Sounds like a good plan. 

    I really need caffeine but lunch I've still got a period and a half. Ugh.

Love,
Elsie 

I'm Joining that Collegiate League

   I'm close to finishing up my college applications. I'm working on the essays and I'm waiting for recommendations. It's a bit of a scary time in my life. Here's a big thing about me that you might as well know; I hate change. I'm also really close to my parents. So moving away from them, no matter how far the distance, is going to be hard. Thankfully, my first choice, which is not a hard school to get in to, is only a three hour drive. 

     I'm also worried about roommates. In the past I haven't had much luck with them. Of course, the past two roommates I've had have been for a two week long speech camp. On top of that the choices were done randomly or by personal choice. I'm guessing the actual process for a college roommate is better than that. 

    So wish me luck. In less than a year I'm going to be a college kid. From what I've heard it's the best time of your life. I sure hope so. High school is getting old. 

   Scratch that. High school got old around the second semester of Freshman year. High school is practically decaying by now. Isn't that a lovely picture? I need to stop geeking out about Forensic Anthropology.

Love, 
Elsie.