Argh, I’m finally succumbing to the cold that’s been circulating. This afternoon I started getting a really bad sore throat and now I can barely talk. Good thing I got all those singing cravings out of my system over the past few days. As I’ve been fighting insomnia I’ve been belting out various albums, from David Byrne to Beauty and the Beast; Sleeping Beauty to Morphine. As my friend Mike said when I told him to play Cake on his car cd player, “You’re one weird girl.” It’s not my fault. Blame the Pearl Jam and Morphine on three older brothers.
That got waaaay off topic waaaay too fast.
So, what did I do today besides get a really bad cold. When I first woke up I called the Courtauld Institute of Art to ask a few questions about admissions. I got to talk to a very nice lady on the phone and she was a lot more helpful than all the other schools I’ve spoken to about my rather unique situation. I can’t wait to find out what kind of students go to that school – the lady I spoke to was so easy going it was almost ‘free to be you and me’, which is very strange for a university. Normally it’s nothing but limiting conformity when it comes to application. She was going on about “Just send us whatever you think will help your application, and we’ll check it all out.” When she asked me about tests I said I’d taken the SAT and ACT, and she wasn’t really familiar with them, but she sounded impressed with my scores. The funniest was when I asked if I could pay all three years worth of tuition up front. She kinda did a double-take and said “One lump sum?” It was great. I was getting concerned about school on Sunday cause my mom started talking about it, and then I got all weird. It’s hard to explain. But after talking to that lady on the phone I remembered why I want to go to Courtauld. They’re a small school – they only admit 40 students each year – and yet they have a fantastic reputation, they’re well respected, they have the exact degree I want, and best of all, they’ve got a killer art gallery. You know that self-portrait that Van Gogh did with that bandage over his ear? They own that one. Cool, eh? They also own a ton of Rembrandts and stuff, which is good. And it’s located right in the heart of London, smack-dab next to the river Thames, in the Strand. Their campus is a famous old building called Somerset House. It sounds perfect for me. I really hope I get in.
Okay, I promised Sujit I wouldn’t keep ranting about the Harry Potter movie, but I just have to share this. Someone sent it to me, and it’s just too good not to share. I won’t even go into what I think of it, I’ll just let you read it on your own. There. I’m being good… eergh. 🙂
I’m getting really worried. This friend of mine is moving, he hasn’t emailed in a while, and well, I’m just worried. There, enough on that subject.
I think this is the grand ADD post for the month. It’s almost midnight, I can’t talk, barely breathing, and my mind is jumping all over the place.
Whoa, an old friend just IMed me. He and I met in Italy and I’ve been to Florida to see him a few times. Nice guy.
Okay, this is getting stupid. Good night.