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waitlisted at columbia. ha, ha, ha....wait--what?

even grandma's gonna have a hard time with this one...

i'm a mumbler. especially when i am tired, have to ask my dad for something, or when expressing any sort of emotion to the opposite sex. or when confessing anything. such as the fact that i don't really eat meat anymore. well at least not pork, beef, chicken, or lamb. still eat fish. and it's not because they don't have feelings or because Jesus ate them.

anyway. so the point is (besides the other point which is that i can't sleep and haven't slept for some time now)... ya know how i've spent lots of money and time and stress and stuff on trying to get into law school and have been validating all of my actions and meanderings by stating that i was going to go to law school and save the world and make something out of myself and all that? well... (insert here that nervous laugh i do when i don't want to say something) well, what if i don't go to law school? at least not this fall. what if i realized that despite everything i really don't have to go to law school and that things just might still be ok...and that since that realization i have felt, dare i say, relieved? i'm not making any rash decisions and i haven't ruled anything out. it might just be a matter of money and timing. i'm not sure. and i know i'm almost twenty-six and don't have any marketable skills yet (we all know how i love them business terms) but please, bear with me grandma. keep on believin' and prayin' and crossin' them fingers. and i just might make something out of myself yet.