At around 4pm, I will have either bought a ticket for a trip on the Titanic (where I'll die a traumatically cold and watery death), or a ticket to New York ("concrete jungle where dreams are made of, there's nothing you can't do").
Yes, at around 4pm tomorrow, I will know whether I'm:
- changing schools
- changing programs within my current school
- figuring out whether I'll be going to school in January or September
- eating pizza at the SCC... can't think of anything else...
I'm studying like hell right now to make sure I really indulge in this information.
My mission this day, night, and tomorrow's day, is to make myself one with my psychology text, using that scary braid at the back of my head that connects to birds, horses, and other mammals/entities, like in Avatar.
And through this bond, I will ace my exam.
