One of the two other girls on my basketball team really sucks. She's very sweet, but watching her play, it seems like she's always a step behind everyone else, like she's sleepwalking. I think that's why I was (and am) usually very good on defense: because I have really fast reflexes. Marijn needs some help with that. The other girl, Samantha, is about on my level; Marijn, who worships her and follows her around, has the idea that she's 'the best' of the three of us, but in reality, Sam and I are about the same (and a couple of the guys actually openly prefer me, which gets the other two's goats). Hah. So there, you joined-at-the-hip Siamese twins. Sigh. First-years. So young.
The White House is collapsing from the inside out. Good.
Ten hours till class and I still have no creative writing short story topic.
I don't think I want to play paintball tomorrow after all. I can't justify the 25 euro.
Shakira has a new CD, and it's great. She went back to Spanish, thank goodness - her English stuff just isn't as good. I really want to see her live, but then someplace like Spain or Mexico, where she'd actually do Spanish songs.
I am gaining weight and I hate it. I want to go home and eat NORMALLY again - i.e. Kashi cereal, leafy green lettuce, Lean Cuisines, and frozen yogurt. I'm swimming six times a week and playing basketball every Monday, yet I'm still putting on weight, and it's absolutely not my imagination. Godverdomde Dining Hall!
I find out tomorrow how I did on Friday's Spanish exam. Cross your fingers.
I just looked at a Georgetown webpage called 'Georgetown at a Glance', and I realized that the scary 11% acceptance figures are in total, not just graduate. They received around 8,000 graduate applications last fall and took something like 2,500. Those are a lot better odds than I thought I was facing - 38% chance! Still, after I send my fall grade report and (improved) writing sample, I'll feel a lot better about my chances. (Assuming I get all As.)
Seven weeks and one day until I go home. 50 days exactly.