So I just realised something.... Out of the nine-odd colleges I'm applying to, four are in the northeast, two are in the west, and one each for midwest, southeast, and abroad.  Fully eight of these are reach schools.  Crap.

Craving Panera.  And a cast-iron bat (still).

"Halaigh, Halaigh, A Lie, Halaigh" by Bright Eyes has been stuck in my head all friggin' yesterday and today.  That's what I get for putting it on REPEAT this morning on the way to school.  But hey, it was/is applicable.  I've been deceived by someone I thought was close to me.  By someone I thought I knew.  This is two extraordinarily painful experiences I've already had (on two separate occassions), combined.  It's fun.  Fun like a hospice patient.  Thank God my mascara didn't run.  Sometimes that's the only thing that keeps me from letting the dams break, but I'll take what I can get.  Crying period is bad enough, but in public must be infinitely worse.  Thanks to Schleicher for listening and talking and making sure no one saw.  It's great how I can go from distraught to irritated in all of seven hours.

I'm golden now, though.  Always am.... Always have to be, you know?