I got my third college acceptance letter last week, so that was nice. I am not going to that school, though, but I'm still glad I got accepted. I know I'm not going to that one because on Saturday morning, I got a fourth letter. This one was from Boston University. Not only did I get into BU, but I also got their Presidential Scholarship along with an absolutely AMAZING financial aid package. I'm so happy! I was previously kinda set on Northeastern because I really liked the idea of their co-op program, but I am pretty much 100% sure I'm going to BU now because their offer really cannot be beaten! There's still one school that hasn't sent me a decision yet, but if they don't respond after the first week of April, I'm not waiting on them because I don't really want to go there as much, and honestly, the best they could even do is match BU's offer. I can't believe it! I'm FINALLY really going to leave this awful town! Not even just this town, but this insufferable state, this entire region of the country!
Sometimes I go and just look at the email over and over and over again. I just... Oh my god. Stuff like that doesn't just happen to unremarkable, everyday people like me. It was (and still is) the most surreal thing ever.
There are less than two months until graduation, but the days seem like lifetimes now. This last quarter is gonna suck. Ugh. (Oh, last quarter I did make all A's for the second quarter in a row, though, which is good.) I'm so sick of this school. I hate conflict and try my hardest to avoid it, but even I was openly snarky about the latest ridiculous restriction today near some teachers... My bullshit tolerance level plummets every day. I don't know how I'm going to make it through these last two months.
There's also the matter of that girl I kinda like, I guess. This whole thing is like... I don't know. She's like if you went to a museum and saw this super gorgeous piece of artwork, and you just ached to be able to touch it but, of course, couldn't because it's in a museum, meaning it's not for you to touch ever. Does that even make any sense? It did in my head, anyway.
She still talks about her boyfriend almost incessantly. Guess what? He ACTUALLY came to see her! Gasp! Hell must be freezing over. I pretended to think her story about his visit was very interesting. You see, I figure that if I ask her how her boyfriend is doing, and I let her show me pictures of him and stuff, she won't be able to tell that I kinda like her, even though it's really quite painfully obvious. This strategy has worked beautifully so far. Oh, and last week, he sent her an obnoxious picture of himself that she shared with basically everyone in a 5-mile radius.
I'm not the only one who's super annoyed by him! I have one friend who's getting tired of hearing about him too. Oh, and most interestingly of all, a very close friend of hers openly mentioned (while that girl wasn't around, of course) that she HATES him. She wouldn't give a reason why, though, which I also found interesting. All she said was, "Because I do!" I wonder why she hates him.
I thought maybe I had gone back to normal since I didn't really miss her terribly over break a couple weeks ago, and I don't say so much dumb stuff anymore when we're alone together like I did for a few weeks. But, I don't think I did... We were alone together one day last week. We were on the floor in front of the bleachers since they were retracted. I was sitting there trying to read a boring book for English while she was lying down really close next to me. She was all wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and was using her backpack as a pillow, haha. She looked soooo cute! She was browsing the internet on her phone and reading me funny stuff she found. (Needless to say, I didn't read very much of my book.) Occasionally, some other people would join us for a few minutes before leaving, and each time, she rolled over to show them the picture that she was sharing with everyone in the universe. But, whenever she rolled over, she was, like, on me. And... I don't know. It made me have the strongest urge to just lie down with her and cuddle her, but I knew that would be terribly inappropriate, so I didn't, of course. But, I wanted to. God, how I wanted to.
When I think about it, I don't really like her THAT much, just a little. (We would honestly make a pretty terrible couple, haha.) It's not really that big of a deal, I guess, honestly. I just hope I don't continue the pattern of liking straight girls once I get to Boston. But, I know that most likely, I probably will a few times. I don't know why I always do it. It just... happens, I guess. I don't even know why or how. I just really wish it didn't!
Anyway, that's not the main point of this post. The main point is, I'm pretty much officially a BU Terrier now!!! I heard that one last college I was waiting on might be releasing decisions on Friday. I can say with almost certainty that I'm not going there (probably won't even be accepted) but was told that I should wait on them anyway just to see if I got in.