tv dinners, beer, and cable tv. that's my senior year. i feel like a 40 year old man laying on the couch during my lunch breaks, eating scoops of mocha caramel ben & jerry's, waiting for my girl scout cookies (somoas to be exact) to arrive on my steps.

ever since i finished my last interview on friday, i've suddenly felt relieved. relieved that all this hard work is over. no need to participate in clubs, organizations, honors societies, homeless clinics. no need to get anymore A's or show up to half my classes. its just a waiting game now, so now i can relax and hope i get what i want (ahem, berkeley give me a damn seat!).