stand and smile and breathe

[theladyrose]

The funeral was this Saturday. I have no idea what to say.

Ellie has gone off to HK to renew her passport and deal with some of the aftermath, so I now have the slightly depressing distinction of being the only able-bodied person (and only driver) in the house.

What continues to surprise me about grief is its continued ability to suffocate all emotions with it. Somehow you manage to function perfectly while your emotions slip into a coma. The day's experiences slide off like beads of water on wax; no mood lingers and merely mirrors those of the people around you.

If I haven't said so already, Joan Didion's essay on grief published in the New York Times magazine two Sundays ago is possibly the most brilliant thing I've read in weeks.

Somehow by the end of tonight I'm going to finish my French absurdist play for my French seminar. That requires me to figure out what the hell I am going to write in English, and then afterwards translate my ideas. Err, right.

Somehow that's going to happen. And somehow tomorrow I'll find the time to do that Italian project Powerpoint that I should've turned in last Friday except that my computer account will neither let me save nor print anything. And then I need to study for my AP Euro test.

Luckily I didn't screw up my Columbia interview today; actually, I'm surprised that he said that I did a reasonably decent job and that I will probably get in (although I don't believe that last part at all). My interviewer was...interesting, possibly what one might call a reverse racist? He puzzles me.

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[eldritchhobbit.livejournal.com]

::huge hugs:: You're in my thoughts!

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

Thanks a lot; I definitely appreciate it.

[lacesilkvinyl.livejournal.com]

..... someone died?


*casually accepts her worst-friend-of-the-year award for the category of 'poor listening/reading skills'*

I hope everything's all right.... really, I do. Call me if you need to talk... eventhough it's long distance and stuff....... I'm still here.


And of course you'll do well on all of your interviews! Trust me, you have a fantastic personality.

And at least you knew you were supposed to do interviews in the first place. *le sigh*

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

Thanks a lot, dear. You are nowhere near being a worst-friend-of-the-year-winner; I'm being weird and cryptic and melodramatic.

My grand uncle who was like my grandfather died about two weeks ago. It's OK now; I'd like to think he's at peace.

Interviews are rarely required, although they tend to be somewhat helpful. I'm pretty sure that Scripps requires an interview as all of the Claremont Colleges require interviews. It's a really easy interview, though, especially for someone as terrific and brilliant as you :D

By the way, how did that French short story go?

[lacesilkvinyl.livejournal.com]

You're just like an episode of Alias. That's why I love you so much. *hugs!*

Awwww... my dad's uncle died too. Last Tuesday? Sometime last week.

Well, I will call them on Monday as soon as I get home from school about an alumni interview. This should be interesting, given my guidance counselors can't remember ANYONE who has ever applied to Scripps. Columbia said they'd call me about an interview too.

It went pretty well, aside from all the crap about correct spelling and whatnot. I left off whole letters... and "tout noir" suddently became "out noi" ....... but I'm certain that the fact that I typed it up in the library 10 minutes before it was due had absolutely nothing to do with it.

It was interesting though. I changed my plot completely. I'll tell you on the phone when you call. Use my house number if you can, but if you forget, I'll just give it to you and you can call that number instead.