Showing posts from February, 2008

11 hours

Last night I went to bed at 8:30. I was really trying for 9:00, but I couldn't make it. But really, I wanted to go to bed at 8:00, so my discipline is staggering. Whew. It's been a week. Tomorrow is Spring Haven weekend, which is maybe my favorite place and favorite time of the world. There will be murder in the dark. And there will be dodgeball. Scary stories. Gluttony. Pants-wetting. Good times all around. And I will go to bed at 8:30. a.m.

Boo, Berkeley, boo.

So it looks like I won't be going to Berkeley at least. I knew it was a long-shot, but as Nada Surf once sang in relation to dating "there's always a feeling of hurt and rejection" when a university "says [it] prefers the company of others to your exclusive company." There were something like 900 applicants for 6 positions, so really, what do I expect? Oh well. It's probably for the best. One less choice to make.