I really don't like admitting this, but...

I have a really sick obsession with cheesy cheerful Broadway musicals, i.e. the older ones (although parts of Wicked could fall under this category). Which is kind of strange, considering that I'm not especially fond of music with words in general. Come on, don't you know that you're *never* fully dressed without a smile? Or that the hills are *alive* with the sound of music? Or that falling out of love *can* be fun?

I probably need to see a psychiatrist after admitting that...

Happy early Halloween!

It's in! My first college app is officially in!

Edit: I lied. It'll probably be another half hour at this rate (it's 11:09 according to my computer clock) with all of this stupid wavering in indecision about trying to figure out how I can submit it to Scripps without dong so to Harvard or Wellesley while still being able to edit the common app main essay. At this rate I'm not going to be able to submit any college apps and I will become a hermit in the Sierra Nevadas and die of hypothermia.

I still have to finish my heroine essay on Wide Sargasso Sea where our merry protagonist is drowning in insanity for most of my paper. Oh, that. And then I need to finish making my Halloween costume.