Jen

High fives are not only welcomed, they are encouraged.

Columbia just called, and I nearly almost grabbed my garbage can to vomit. They only told me to come and pick up my portfolio. Still no news on if I’m in or not. The guy said that my letter was in the mail and he couldn’t tell me one way or the other if I made the cut. Overwhelming sense of dread hangs over me. Blah. Shitty weather, too. Still, I’m positive and in a wonderful mood. Called the shop and someone returned the jeans I wanted in the bigger size! Excellent.

Where is Greg? Still aching from moving Beck’s couch?