Yep. Indeed I am.

I'm rocking life at Reed. (Except for that whole pesky academic part; chemistry is kicking my ass. I'm actually dropping it—basically getting no credit in any practical purpose—and taking biology next year. Bah.)

Rock rock rock. I rock. Rock rock blah rock.

SO WHAT'VE YOU BEEN UP TO?

...

Just go. No words. Just go.

OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

Anyway, I get to waste time tomorrow, since we're "snowed out," by which I mean we have about two inches.

That, my friends and lovers, is the amount of money in my estimated financial aid package from Reed College.

Holy shitting Jesus fuck fucking fuck shit fuck. That's $38,000 in a grant from Reed alone.

I have $2500 in subsidized loan packages, but shit, I'm planning on picking up around $4000 in scholarships if I get off my ass and fill out some UFCW and OSAC paperwork, and do my Reitman. Easy.

When I get a fantastic job and lots of money and shit, I am so donating to the scholarship fund. This is srs bsns, here. Srs ind.

Thank God. I was freaking out like a thing that's freaking out.

I am bouncing on a bouncy ball like we used to in elementary school because I no longer have a desk chair but an exercise ball that I sit on with my legs crossed using my wrists for balance so I don't fall straight on my face rolling off the ball like clowns do or perhaps like fishies do like the jumpings ones that break free from their aquatic suspensions to throw arcs of sparkling drops into the air that go blip blip as they fall back onto the body of water sending rings and vibrations across the surface like smoke signals like radio waves so logically I'm a NPR host because I'm bouncing on my bouncy ball like we used to in elementary school