Jess, I seriously just cringed for you. I did the same thing with my personal statement this morning and I nearly burst into tears. Honestly. That's horrible. It's the fact that you had all that good stuff and now you can't recall it exactly how it was, right?
Middy, umm...no. I'm a realist. And realistically, I'm F*CKed. Or if I'm lucky, (yes, lucky) I'll be accepted into Fredericton, the hicktown of the Atlantic.
Cam, it's okay. I'm in a foul mood today too.
And now Guido's sulking and quiet. (PS. Hun, you don't have to worry about the U2 CD anymore cuz a friend's sending it to me. I couldn't stand the waiting!

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Anyway, there's no point taking my bitchy mood out on you fine folks. You guys haven't done anything to deserve my wrath.
Good night, folks.
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
"This is my breakfast, lunch and f***ing dinner right here. I'm not even f***in' joking." - Colin Farrell