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Finished... I Think

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I finially submitted all my paperwork to the last college. Which meant I had to reach a decision regarding the topic of my essay.

According to Jon, who works at a college in New England and kindly consulted the admissions office for me, they are not paticularly looking at content. He cited the instance where a boy sent in an essay entitled Why I Love Catsup. (He didn't mention whether or not he was accepted.) But he said they simply want to be assured you can string a few words together in sentance and create a coherent thought.

I sent in longer version of The Quest for the Ultimate Red Lipstick. If I am not accepted, we know why.


You all can harshly remind me of this when I start wimpering pathetically and snivelling.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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