Mmm Lauren happy.

Yeah that's all you need to know.

As long as everything works out alright...

I'm going to go to USC (The University of Southern California) and probably end up selling all of my tickets to the football games so I can pay off like one one-thousandth of my tuition.

But it will be worth it.

It's such a pretty place... but before I go, can someone PLEASE teach me how to ride a bike?

Shiiittt... I'm so tired of filling out college applications, making slides, going to other peoples' houses to mooch off of their technology... I swear, I don't even think I WANT to go to college now. I've already finished most of the applications, but... it's just that bad. The two I'm working on right now are already late, but maybe art schools and private schools are used to that sort of thing...

For the sake of tracking my own progress, here are the colleges I've sent/will send my applications to:

> UC Berkeley >> TBA.
> UC Los Angeles >> NO.
> UC Davis >> YES.
> UC San Diego >> YES.
> UC Irvine >> YES.
> CSU Sacramento >> YES.
> CSU Chico >> YES.
> San Francisco State >> YES.
> Cal Poly at San Luis Obispo >> TBA.
> University of Southern California >> YES.
> California Institute of the Arts >> NO.
> Maryland Institute College of Art >> YES.

It cost something over $500 just to send all of the applications. Way too much money. That's not my opinion, it's a fact.

Anyway... I'll be adding on to this as I get my acceptance/rejection letters (the latter is more likely).

Thanks to all of those who replied to my last journal entry... I know it's a drag to read that kind of crap, so I really appreciate your help. <3

Lately I can't even stand to look at myself. Mirrors, windows, photographs taken of me: I almost cry everytime I see these things. And while my body used to be the only problem, my face has become just as problematic for me. I can change my body, but what the fuck can I do about my face besides pile on layers of makeup everyday or get some fucking plastic surgery (which I've always looked down upon)? I hate to whine about it here, and I know that despair over this sort of thing is the pinnacle of vanity, but I've been feeling this way for months now, and I needed to vent about it somewhere. Not that it will really help. I can only see this getting worse.