say hello to pennants and maroon (is it maroon?) already; i'm pretty sure this is where i'm headed

central has accepted me. already. not even four weeks since i sent in my application.

to be honest, i was almost certain of this one--my mother is an alumna--but because this is the one i most wanted, i still did a happy dance.

unfortunately for my brother, he was the one who brought in the giant envelope. and unfortunately for my dignity as well, who long before that point had flown the coup and is sitting quietly in some tiny cafe in massachusetts right now gazing out on the breaking waves of the atlantic, my happy dance seemed to consist of me jumping uncontrollably up and down and accidentally hitting my brother with my flailing arms while he unsuccessfully tried to dodge them.

i'd been thinking earlier on that maybe being only a couple of hours away from home isn't so bad, and having your father live in the same city isn't so bad either (can you say hello to deducting at least one meal a week from your dining dollars?? hell yeah!). i know people who have numerous connections to people down there who could help me with jobs, apartments, etc. 

this place also has an amazingly good theatre arts program, despite the fact that the town itself, were it not a university town, would be pretty dead-end as far as the youth of tomorrow's recreation goes. and a bunch of people i'm friends with here will be down there as well.

the deal-sealer was the study abroad program. four out of five schools in england that they do the direct exchange program with have theatre arts/performing arts programs.  oh yes. theatre in england. theatre in england!

i'm still waiting on two other schools, but this was the one i was hoping for. i know it wasn't much to get into the school, really.

but i needed this. i so desperately needed this.

so much more than the soapy water that splashed me in the eyes and the rest of my face. gee thanks, buckets-plus-physics.

good thing we are celebrating the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ tomorrow. i don't mean to be sacrilegious, God, but thank you that i don't have to get up and make a hundred waffles.

-d