san diego. i'm bored. let's do something.

Willa-


More great news!
Yesterday another top 20 law school admitted me: Notre Dame.
In addition, they gave me a 16,000 scholarship for each school year. HOLLLLY SHIIIIT.

i don't know when i should come down.

Willa-


I was also accepted to Depaul Univ in Chicago and Univ of SF.

However, about ten minutes ago, I just got a call from Univ. of Minnesota, ranked 20th in the country, and they ACCEPTED ME WHEN MY NUMBERS SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN ME REJECTED, especially given whom they've been accepting, according to forums.


20th in the fucking nation!
Granted, Minnesota is NOT a location in which I am interested, but we shall see. I am seriously stunned. I am as stunned as I was when I was admitted to Berkeley as a freshman. I have this sense of inferiority that I will be rejected from everything, but this time, I seriously should have been, given the competition and my LSAT. I truly believe it was my personal statement.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.
What a beautiful end to my finals.



edit: I ALSO just received my first rejection ever...ever in my academic career...from University of Virginia, a top 10 law school. I am not surprised in the slightest and have no interest living in Virginia. I only applied because it was free.

No big deal! Still in a fantastic mood!

1. I listened to this song on repeat last finals when I was suffocating in the library. Here I am again, listening to it on repeat. I really love it, and it describes my "emo" state as of late. I love the lyrics. My song choices have been really trashy pop (David Guetta "Sexy Bitch", Mariah Carey "Fantasy", Lady Gaga "Bad Romance", Shakira), super hipster (The Rapture), and emotastic (LCD Soundsystem, Glen Hansard [WTF, RIGHT], and hypersexual music (She Wants Revenge "All Wound Up").

2. There is a baby crying in the stacks. The only crying that is allowed in the stacks is my own.

3. I want everyone to stop contacting me to do anything that does not involve studying. Sometimes I wonder when people will learn that they should not invite me out and they should never call me to tell me pointless stories during finals week. I'm not trying to be mean, but seriously. Berkeley finals are SO HARD WAH.

4. My moods match my music. From sadness/nostalgia to...SEXSEXSEXSEXSEX.



I had more to say but FUCK. Time for a study group after writing 15 pages of notes...then back to the library!!!!!!!!!!!!!!