i tried :(
ACS Camping 2010, nuff said.
I can’t find my tumblarity…
for real… the only reason I tumblate is to increase my tumblarity.
what will I do now?!?!? :’(
I’m on that fetal punch status
i’m on that leap frog status, kid
lol funny shit
I got a guitar for Christmas! I’m absolutely obsessed with my new guitar and took the liberty of naming it Jimmy. Cute, eh? I’ve tuned it and mastered a couple chords, but I still suck. No biggie. The parentals also paid for lessons so my little brother will stop complaining about my lack of musical talent. I’m beyond excited to learn. Hopefully, by next Christmas I should be playing “Christmases When You Were Mine” by Taylor Swift. That’s my goal :)
If only John Mayer gave private lessons…. sigh.
I wanted a new guitar for christmas :( not fair.
sick song, and I dont really dig country.
hmm too bad I’ve never had a sip of coffee, guess I’m really missing out!
you really are, haha i LOVE coffee.
- watching Maury
- then Jerry Springer
- then Steve Wilcko
- picking up my computer
- talking to Danny about chemistry (between people)
- queuing tumblr posts
- going on facebook
- taking a trip to starbucks
- picking out my outfit for tomorrow
- planning a going away party for myself…on December 27 :)
COM final here i come!
lol and i took part in most of this… what a day =P
3A. ESSAY: IN ORDER FOR THE ADMISSIONS STAFF OF OUR COLLEGE TO GET TO KNOW YOU, THE APPLICANT, BETTER, WE ASK THAT YOU ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTION:
ARE THERE ANY SIGNIFICANT EXPERIENCES YOU HAVE HAD, OR ACCOMPLISHMENTS YOU HAVE REALIZED, THAT HAVE HELPED TO DEFINE YOU AS A PERSON?
I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I’m bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don’t perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat 400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
But I have not yet gone to college.
—by Hugh Gallagher. Apparently he really sent it into colleges in the early 90’s and ended up going to NYU..GENIUS
Amazing man! This was so fun reading. Another piece i wanted to see tonight. Reminded me of my acceptance letter.
I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS. thanks!
so i went back in time to submit this essay and it finally caught up to me… how awkward.