Decisions, decisions.
A friend just got accepted into UCLA.
Another is telling me about her York application.
Another has started packing for New South Wales.
And I'm here with a bottle of Esprit thinking about Adrian Grenier and what to get my brother for his 20th birthday.
I'm so bored I actually called my grandma for entertainment. Doesn't hurt to play the role of doting granddaughter for a day or two, I guess.
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1 comments:
shitnatz. the outcome of uni app is even more revolting than taking results. @_@
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