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Of course--OF COURSE--just as I was beginning to come to some semblance of a college decision, I hear back from Columbia and Yale. And I, uh, got in. To Columbia and Yale. Which I will be periodically re-checking all night, because seriously? Seriously? 

I just... *flails* I mean, I've been thinking about this stuff nonstop for, like, five months, and I am still COMPLETELY unprepared to deal with ANY of this. I have no idea how this happened to me, and I have absolutely no idea what to do now that it has. *collapses*

Whew! Okay. I have Calculus and Bio to do. I'm just gonna go... focus on that.
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1) Wee! Participation banner!

2) Lord, this month is ridiculously busy! I've had meets every weekend, general school craziness, AND planning a trip to California for Stanford's Admit Weekend (my first time seeing the campus)--which feels insane in and of itself.  My mom and I were looking at flights the other day and we both had to stop for a moment and be like, "We're scheduling a flight to San Jose right now. DUDE." 

College-related ramblings, in which lastnightblues has very little clue what to do. )

3) Anyway. Reaper fic!

Title: Going Once, Going Twice
Fandom: Reaper
Pairing: Sam/The Devil
Rating: NC-17

Summary: “He’s pretty sure that all he did was accept a drink from some woman at the bar before the world went all turvy-topsy and he ended up dressed in this skirt-toga-thing and sitting in what would graciously be called a velvet-lined cage.”
Notes/Warnings: Written for round ten of [info]rounds_of_kink, with the prompts of aphrodisiacs and slave auction. I was late getting it written (thanks, Calculus gods) but it was so much fun.


Any second now, Sam's going to get up. Any second now, he's going to get up, he's going to find something to cover his business, and he's going to punch that auctioneer-guy-demon...thing in the mouth. )
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1) Participation banner! Wee!

2) Is Catholic school anything other than an exercise in self-ordained masochism? *is pondering* Because my fellows and I seem to find strange satisfaction in the pain we've managed to inflict upon ourselves with this year's schedule, among many other examples. Usually we say this as a joke, but I've begun to wonder. Maybe we DO have something to thank those nuns for:  a much more interesting future sex life.

3) Eep!  I've an article due for the local paper tomorrow about a man I was only able to interview tonight! Must get moving on that. Interesting man, though:  the state's Poet Laureate. An odd guest for a smaller, more rural school like mine, but a nice treat, to be sure. I'm this close to eschewing studying for my tests and reading his latest book, but if I'm to read anything, it should be my assignment in A Tale of Two Cities. Oh, Chuck, you tease me so.
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Snow day, snow day, snow day! Ahhhh. It's probably not all that great, because now we have one less day of review for the Calculus-final-that-will-rape-me, Part 1 on Thursday--to be followed by the Calculus-final-that-will-rape-me, Part 2 next Tuesday--but whatever! Don't care! Now I have time to study Bio vocab, do my American Gov't project, and do a little independent Calc study. Preferably during a West Wing/Supernatural marathon. As well as catch up on some much needed sleep.

Slept past eight, took a nice long shower, made myself the customary chocolate-chip pancakes. Oh, my--if I end up at Stanford, this could one of my last snow days. \o/  I'll have to pass on all my knowledge to those who could use it:  turn your pajamas inside-out, do the snow dance at *precisely* ten p.m., put ice cubes in all the toilets, and place a spoon under your pillow. Works everytime *nods*. The fact that I live in a region of Missouri where we can get snow in May? So not the point. It's magic!
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1) School has been kicking my ass recently. But! A week from tomorrow we start finals--which last until the 23rd, unfortunately--and then we're done with first semester, and that sounds too amazing to be real. I'm thinking that, second semester, once all my college apps are in? Forget about it. Oh, I'll still do my homework and everything, but I'm done with the stress. I'll catch up on the all reading I've been putting off for four years. Maybe join a few fic challenges. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.

As for right now, I've got a few more college apps to turn in and I have a college interview for Harvard on Saturday. That's why it's been so hard to focus on school this semester--I've got applications to turn in, why can I care about this homework nonsense? Realistically, I shouldn't worry about finals too much; I only have to pass them to get my grades up. But I--and all my friends--go through the same song-and-dance of a weeklong freak-out session until we finally hit the day of finals, when the apathy sets in strong. The only ones I should actually worry about are AP Calc and AP Bio.  Bio because my teacher enjoys testing us on material we haven't covered, and Calc because I think I lost the ability to do math somewhere down the line (and because our teacher told us the final would be harder than our hardest test, and our hardest test was...really hard). Ah well. Just have to breathe through it and it'll be over before I know it. And then:  copious amounts of holiday food!

2) Anti-homophobia, solidarity meme beneath the cut. It may have already made the rounds, but still posting it here. 

I Am )

I Am )



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