alright, my hand still hurts. And my finger is bruised around where the cut is (lack of blood? I have no clue). (And the characters from Sesame Street are smiling at me, because in some strange moment of kindergarten-ness, I bought Sesame Street Band-aids... although I guess it might be better than the Barbie ones before.)

I am working on scholarships, and I'm getting really discouraged, because every scholarship I've applied for so far has not been awarded to me. The ones I'm working on right now (with the exception of the oh-so-work-enducing Hadden Scholarship) are all local, so hopefully something comes of that. I really just have to pour myself into the writing and hope they find me endearing or I'm poor enough. College is going to be mighty expensive, if not.

OPRAH! I've got one week to write a 1000 word paper on the novel Night by Elie Wiesel. Good thing B is helping me out (I told her I'd take her with me if I won :-D)

I cleaned my room. And washed my sheets. And did other stuff. And I feel proud of myself, in some weird way.

Well, I'm off to continue writing and watching Comedy Central.