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This is why we aren't going to get into college

There is an advantage to blogging; I have a bank of truly random anecdotes to pull from for my college essays. I think I'm going to use pieces of There is. It's called captcha for my Georgetown short answer, and I used posts from a previous anonymous blog for one of my Gtown essays. The short answer asked about my most significant activity in or out of school, and I was thinking of how if I were to be 100% honest, I'd say it was stalking on facebook. I said that to Eric, and he told me how an honest person would go ahead and do it. My response:


[10:11:26 PM] annabanana: but they also wouldn't get into college
[10:11:42 PM] annabanana: it would be one of those things where the husband admits to cheating
[10:11:44 PM] annabanana: the wife goes
[10:11:47 PM] annabanana: thank you for being honest
[10:11:52 PM] annabanana: now i'm going to divorce your ass

Therein lies the dilemma: colleges want your essay to be honest and to reflect your voice, but they neither want the truth nor someone with a stupid voice.


I really should be doing work right now instead of blogging but I try not to go too long without writing something. Sometimes I feel bad for taking the time to write these when everyone else is so focused on doing work, but then someone will message me about something they just read in one of my posts, and I feel better knowing other people aren't working either.


I was just talking with Jess on the phone after having finished my first essay:



me: I still need to write the last essay. What about you?
Jess: Oh that? I gave up on essays! 
me: Don't worry about it. When's the MIT one due?
Jess: Tomorrow...
me: oh
Jess: This is such a funny quote! (proceeds to read random lines from a website)
me: What site is it?
Jess: I'll send you the link
me: Cool! 
This is why we aren't going to get into college

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The age of sluts :O

Facebook applications always make me feel uncomfortable. You read about all the people who used them, and you'd like to try it out too, but then

Which Disney princess are you? is requesting permission to do the following:

  • Access my basic information
    Includes name, profile picture, gender, networks, user ID, list of friends, and any other information I've shared with everyone.

  • Post to my Wall
    Which Disney princess are you? may post status messages, notes, photos, and videos to my Wall

Which Disney princess are you?

There are two things wrong with this picture (maybe more):

1 Perhaps I'm just paranoid, but I hate the idea that the app is asking to "Access my basic information". NO! Why would "Which Disney princess are you?" need to access my basic information? By clicking allow, have I just opened the door to a violation of my privacy and potential legal hacking? I'm not tech savvy enough to understand what pandora's box I have just opened, but it's just discomforting clicking a button that allows a third party site to access my basic information

2 What if I don't want to "Post to my Wall"? Maybe I just don't want people knowing I took a quiz to find out which Disney princess I am, or what if the results are bad? I don't want to take an IQ test and have all of facebook knowing I'm dumber than a turtle.

It could just be me blowing things out of proportion, but facebook apps really give me the jeepers creepers.

Moving on, I went to a clothing store with my mom and brother today, and the conclusion I've drawn is that today's style isn't meant to be PG. Girls, when was the last time you found a pair of shorts that fit the thumb rule? More than that, did your mom approve? What about pants that are slung below your butt crack? That's not even attractive to pedos. The V necks of shirts have become I-can-see-your-cleavage-necks. Were dresses designed so that girls can't do anything but stand? Why do shoes have to be so uncomfortable? I was walking through the shoe section, and couldn't find a single heel less than at least 3 inches high. I'd rather be short than be depeditated. Even if nothing else is clear, know that we have officially entered... 
The age of sluts :O

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