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i really should just calm down.
Apr. 5th, 2006 04:43 pmOh, cell phones, how I do love hate get all frustrated about thee. After lunch this afternoon I glanced at my cell phone to check the time (seeing as I am lame & couldn't find my pocketwatch watch-on-a-string) & see that I have a missed call, from a number I don't recognize. Oh dear, think I, who could that be? & then instantly--OMG it's Greenstage! It's Carol! It must be!
Of course I am right, & I leave a message & then I spend the rest of the day being all nervous & twitchy & wanting her to call me back NOW because when I wasn't called back last year she didn't call me at all, so I think her calling me at all means I'm called back but I'm not sure at all & I really want to know.
& I think if I hadn't given them my cell she might have just left a message on my dorm room phone. Of course now that I do have a cell I get to know the instant she calls me. Which should be now. Well, no, which should be an hour ago, but--argh. I want a phone call! I want to be called back!
In other news after a whole fiasco with teachers, Taylor is writing my letter of rec for the Naef scholarship, but that means I need to send him at least a rough draft of my personal statement & my non-academic resume, which--oh yeah, I haven't started them. Ooops. I have begun to pilfer from my applying-to-college pile, which is yielding quite a bit of good information, but I think mostly I'm going to write about last summer & HDM, which was prime "education for leadership and service" material. Mmm-hmm, I can blather about that for a page.
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m15m is brilliant.
We leave in half an hour to pick up Hallie, our prospective student. Also, I am not going to Salsa, because I'm taking Hallie to the choir instead, but dammit, I will be there in May.
....I want Carol to call!
Of course I am right, & I leave a message & then I spend the rest of the day being all nervous & twitchy & wanting her to call me back NOW because when I wasn't called back last year she didn't call me at all, so I think her calling me at all means I'm called back but I'm not sure at all & I really want to know.
& I think if I hadn't given them my cell she might have just left a message on my dorm room phone. Of course now that I do have a cell I get to know the instant she calls me. Which should be now. Well, no, which should be an hour ago, but--argh. I want a phone call! I want to be called back!
In other news after a whole fiasco with teachers, Taylor is writing my letter of rec for the Naef scholarship, but that means I need to send him at least a rough draft of my personal statement & my non-academic resume, which--oh yeah, I haven't started them. Ooops. I have begun to pilfer from my applying-to-college pile, which is yielding quite a bit of good information, but I think mostly I'm going to write about last summer & HDM, which was prime "education for leadership and service" material. Mmm-hmm, I can blather about that for a page.
This icon has nothing to do with anything at all, but it makes me laugh every time I see it.
m15m is brilliant.We leave in half an hour to pick up Hallie, our prospective student. Also, I am not going to Salsa, because I'm taking Hallie to the choir instead, but dammit, I will be there in May.
....I want Carol to call!
