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Name: Vani
Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Birthday: 12/4/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Hmmm...I suppose my biggest hobby is being embittered towards the whole of humanity. Or at least a good portion of it. Yeah, I guess that about sums it up. Have a nice day. Fucker.
Expertise: Screwing up. If you need help screwing up your life, I'm your man. Erm, woman. Uhh...Something like that.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
6/1/2003
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| I hate Magnet. Thank you for firewalling Livejournal SEVEN MONTHS INTO SCHOOL. Yeah, that's real cool. So anyways, I don't want to go home and have to open that MIT letter. But on the other hand, I do want to find out and get it all overwith. Bah. My stomach feels queasy. | | |
| - "As You Sleep" - *yawn*
Brown was perfect. The campus: beautiful. There were lots of trees and pretty buildings. The location: ideal. Providence is quaint but there is stuff to do. Not bad for a town named after God. And it's sort of close to Boston and sorta close (but not really) to NYC. Good stuff. The people: very friendly. Our guide showed up late in torn up jeans and a grungy shirt and told corny science jokes. His friends yelled at us not to go to Brown and laughed. The orientator was sarcastic as hell, but funny. He made fun of Harvard and swore a lot. Brown's overall atmosphere was sort of Magnet-y, but not overwhelmingly so. It was dorky and geeky, but a LOT more laid back and a lot less anal. I loved everything about the college, guaranteeing I will be thoroughly crushed when I'm rejected.
Boston sucked. My dad got lost a million times. Their streets are RETARDED and the people there are the WORST drivers I've EVER seen. Harvard was stuffy and uptight and lame as anything. I don't know how I could survive at a school where everyone is dressed up ALL THE TIME. MIT was geeky but in an awesome sort of way. If I'm accepted (unlikely) and I do end up going, I want to stay in the random dorm with the stairs that skip floors and the irregular walls and the lounge that serves mango juice with weird Chinese tapioca balls. Boston U, from the little I saw of it, was stupid. Too many personality-less girls and annoying flamboyant gay guys.
And that's that. Exciting, eh? | | |
| I finally finished my damn Brown application. And let me tell you, it feels sooooo good to not have to worry about it anymore. I don't even care that they'll send it back with a giant "F" on it. As far as I'm concerned, the fact that the inevitable rejection will be ready to blow up in my mailbox on December 15th doesn't even matter. Because I'm done. And that gives me cause to celebrate.
Current Mood: relieved
Current Music: whatever onelinedrawing is on the computer, since my dad is a bastard and won't let me go to the show...fuck you, Dad! | | |
| It was a good day.
I'm satisfied.
I'm out. | | |
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