November 11th, 2009.

Not that I normally date my journal entries, but it seemed like a good idea to start this one.

I've pretty much been one of the happiest people alive for the past...month or so? Said happiness even manages to make me forget about the tons of ridiculously stressful other things I need to deal with.

Like college applications. I've filled most of them out, I've done my essay...what now? Do I apply? Is it time? I dunno...I'm nervous about it, even though I know I'll get in. I'm unsure about paying for the application though. A couple schools waived my fee cause I'm so awesome, but still. Oh and Rutgers deadline might be earlier than I expected, which throws me off. I need to get those sheets into the main office, do I apply after that or...why must it be so complicated? Ah well, I'll live.

Likeee my driver's licenseee! Jesus Christ does that frustrate me. I want it soooo bad and I think I'm doing everything I can, but I feel like I should be able to do more. Even underclassmen are getting it before me now, why'd I wait so long. Gorramit.

Now the play is tonight! That doesn't stress me though. I know all my lines, my scenes look great, I have nothing to worry about. In fact I'm kinda excited for it! Once the play is over though, what am I gonna do with my time? The only thing I'll have is Beginnings, which I'm now apparently sharing the Editor of Photography position. But I really don't do much for awhile.

Oh, I've also been writing a lot of music lately. It's pretty good...maybe I should put the lyrics up here. While I'm talking about music, the Say Anything concert was the best concert of my life. I did everything I've ever wanted to do at a concert (ex. Stage Dives, Crowd Surfing, Moshing).

Andd the Say Anything concert brings my mind to rest on my favorite thing of the past month. I don't even need to go into detail, I'll just say it's awesome and I keep questioning how I missed it for so long, considering it was literally right in front of me.

And I'll face the one who made
My disgusting heart from a lump of clay
When he asks what got me through
When he asks me, it was you
Say Anything - Cemetery

-Wil

Why do I make so many ranting journals? My apologies. Maybe I should just start blogging.