i promise, more has been going on than just wallowing in self-pity over my rejection letter. i have a date with an admissions counselor on monday to discuss my application (and, with any luck, bamboozle them into letting me in). and if that fails, then i'll just have to wait until winter, because if i apply to the actual major i want, and write an essay about why i want to do it, and show them my bio 180 grade, there's no way they will turn me down. i'll be like rudy.

edward is hot and annoying in this weather. i'm also out of sake, so i might have to go to the market to retrieve some. i feel like fresh fruit too... perhaps blueberries. mmmmmm.

i've kind of taken over jared's sims game. our sims had a baby who is now a kid. is it weird that the sims brings out my maternal instinct and i very fleetingly find myself wishing i had one? don't worry, i'm not going to have one. not until i've got at least two academic degrees. that's my plan, at least. i almost put the phrase "at least" in those last two sentences a total of four times. i cut it down to two. go me. but whatevs.

speaking of silly little word-shortenings, i got an evite to a fashion industry event that repeatedly refers to "models, photogs and designers." i can hear the girl that sent me the evite saying it, too... "so did you get a photog for this? it was supposed to be tfp..." haha. oh well, i'll probably go, since it's free food and a chance to get boozed up on a thursday night. i need to make some comp cards before then. ergh.

speaking of models, i ran into anna (say it with a long A, not a short one) from the neodandi show on the bus. didn't get to talk to her much since she got on the stop before i got off, but it was cool to see her... odd that we always run into each other. actually, i suppose not, because we live like 7 blocks apart in a neighborhood that is very outdoor friendly. she's pretty cool.

speaking of on the bus, i sat across from an anorexic girl on the way home today. i couldn't stop staring. fortunately she was oblivious, absorbed in her book and her very slowly nibbled baby carrots. this was my inner monologue. "oh god, look at her wrists! holy crap she's hairy. i shouldn't be staring. oh, poor girl. man, watch the self-restraint as she nibbles those carrots. man, i'm lucky i'm not genetically predisposed to anorexia, since there have definitely been times that i've cultivated unhealthy eating habits. wow, her skin looks terrible. look at those calves. i bet she's a runner, too. wow, it sucks to be her." i'm going to hell.

if there were any such thing as hell. ha. instead, i'm going to the market after fresh fruits and sake. mmmmmmm.

biology test: 110/120. high score: 113. low: 24. average: 84.

number of students in class: 240 something.
number of students in class that just got rejected by the university: 1

something isn't right with this math. but i've got a meeting with an admissions counselor on monday, to talk about my application. and basically tell them to let me in. because something doesn't add up here.

yes, i'm still bitter.

god fuck fuckity fucking fuckity dammit. motherfuckers fucking fuck fuckity fuck fuck.



i fucking hate the uw admissions fuckers. and i feel like a failure right now.

fragments

the rain falling from the uniformly grey sky makes me feel closer to london. two cop cars in the university street tunnel, one unmarked, dark blue. their drivers standing in between the bus lanes, engaged in conversation, their presence absolutely obvious. an elderly sikh man in a turban gets off a bus and waits for another. i feel guilty for wondering how many suspicious eyes he will elicit today. at westlake, a uniformed officer steps on the bus, looks around. he gets off at convention place. evidently terrorists wouldn't strike outside the bus tunnel. i feel an emotion unfamiliar in the presence of law enforcement: slight reassurance.
seattle would be a terrible place to stage an attack, anyway, there's no political value in it, not since '99 anyway. for once i feel a bit glad at the inadequacies of our public transportation, a bit safer that we have no subway.
the bus takes eastlake instead of getting on the freeway. i wonder why.
and on the way back, between the westlake station and university street, the bus stops cold. no announcement from the driver, no apparent reason, just stopped in the middle of the tunnel. ten minutes later it starts again. no explanation.
honestly, i'm more worried about kim jong-il and his rogue nukes, or even mother nature and her volcanoes, but

big weekend.

flickr is being poopy, but hopefully by the time i'm done writing this i'll have pictures.

so the summer of fun continued last weekend with a jaunt out to tessa's hometown, tahuya. (also known as god's country*).

it was cool because saturday was the annual Tahuya Day parade complete with horses and floats and people in golf carts. and this guy.

i got the feeling that he wasn't particularly dressed up.

tessa's dad makes great bloody marys.
her family enjoys a variety of boating-related activities, including kayaking and water skiing. unfortunately, no pictures of those, as i was paranoid about getting my camera soggy. but it was amazingly fun. i love kayaking. and water skiing. i'm not very good at swimming, though, i've discovered. probably because hood canal is still part of puget sound and thus really really cold, and when i jumped in my body went into slight shock and i couldn't breathe well. also i have no body fat to make me float.
so we spent saturday enjoying tahuya day and then when the tide came in we took the kayaks out, and then took the ski boat out for a zip around the canal. it was overcast and too damn cold to ski, but we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. i sat in the front of the boat with a shit-eating grin on my face giggling every time tessa hit the throttle or went over another boat's wake.
saturday night we 'sploded things.


and on sunday i got a monstrous sunburn on my legs, because i decided though i needed sunscreen everywhere else, legs don't get sunburned. what. the. fuck. i also got up on the first try on water skis (go me!) and even managed to wakeboard a little. i was the undisputed water sports champion. no one else even went swimming (wussies).
sunday night was fireworks up on the hill. that's where that first panorama shot came from.
and this was me on monday evening when we finally got home, pooped and doing my "i miss kayaking after dinner" face.


*i mean this in an entirely non-ironic way. as in, this is a place that is as god intended. for all theoretical values of "god."

shit.

shit. shit shit shit shit shit.