Time is an asshole, I've decided. It doesn't sympathize with anyone, it always works against you.

Surprise, surprise: I passed my school's routine entrance exam, unofficially titled (by me) "let's check to make sure you aren't completely retarded".

A year from now i'll be moving into a dorm room. Can't decide whether I'm excited or not. Dorm rooms (at least the ones i've been in at IU and U of I) are really small. I hope I get a good roomie, like one that isn't a stingy conservative, or one that refuses to bath and smokes pot.

Also can't decide whether I want school to start quite yet. I guess about two weeks is a sufficient bit of summer left to be a lazy ass.

And just when I thought my social life was so boring that it needed a dramatic face lift, this whole fiasco happens. Drama just isn't fun, kids. Botox probably isn't fun, either.