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bedlamsbardForecasters downgrade Fay to a tropical depression, but apparently still preparing in New Orleans for the city to, like, self-destruct or something. (Hello, my AFROTC orientation got postponed because of Fay. I go to a school with a hurricane evacuation plan. I will take ice storms approximately NOW.)
SHOULD HAVE GONE TO WELLESLEY. What the hell was I thinking? Have I met myself? There are actual used bookstores in Boston, as compared to New Orleans, where I have seen ONE. In the French Quarter!
(Why, yes, I am filling out my transfer application in my head RIGHT NOW, even though I haven't actually gone to school yet. Don't judge me; should have taken the goddamn financial aid and gone to Wellesley, where I could, I don't know, PAY FOR COLLEGE. And also BE SAFE. I live in an all-girls dorm, for God's sake. I don't talk to boys! Not everyone is talking about going drinking when they HAVEN'T EVEN OFFICIALLY STARTED COLLEGE! Well. I don't know that one for a fact.)
Obviously I am giving Tulane a chance, but I would like to live somewhere safe, thank you very much. We shall see how this whole "city living" thing goes. IN THE HURRICANE-RIDDEN SOUTH. I would say "shoot me", but New Orleans is the city of crime! It may very well do so! I would like to rewind back to April, please. Also, it would give me a chance to see Prince Caspian again.
(Seriously. Cities make no sense on their own. Adding in the hurricanes-slash-tropical storms-slash-tropical depressions -- I'm not depressed, I'm just paranoid like a paranoid thing! -- doesn't help.)
Yes, I know I'm, a, panicking, and, b, flailing.
SHOULD HAVE GONE TO WELLESLEY. What the hell was I thinking? Have I met myself? There are actual used bookstores in Boston, as compared to New Orleans, where I have seen ONE. In the French Quarter!
(Why, yes, I am filling out my transfer application in my head RIGHT NOW, even though I haven't actually gone to school yet. Don't judge me; should have taken the goddamn financial aid and gone to Wellesley, where I could, I don't know, PAY FOR COLLEGE. And also BE SAFE. I live in an all-girls dorm, for God's sake. I don't talk to boys! Not everyone is talking about going drinking when they HAVEN'T EVEN OFFICIALLY STARTED COLLEGE! Well. I don't know that one for a fact.)
Obviously I am giving Tulane a chance, but I would like to live somewhere safe, thank you very much. We shall see how this whole "city living" thing goes. IN THE HURRICANE-RIDDEN SOUTH. I would say "shoot me", but New Orleans is the city of crime! It may very well do so! I would like to rewind back to April, please. Also, it would give me a chance to see Prince Caspian again.
(Seriously. Cities make no sense on their own. Adding in the hurricanes-slash-tropical storms-slash-tropical depressions -- I'm not depressed, I'm just paranoid like a paranoid thing! -- doesn't help.)
Yes, I know I'm, a, panicking, and, b, flailing.