I’ll tell you what I want.. what I really really want -or so I think.


On a non-spice girls level, I wish I knew. I wish I knew what I wanted, because the more this college search continues I don’t know. I thought it was Marist, that school that brutaly denied my acceptance to their facilities, for reasons unknown, but I don’t want to have to prove myself after taking one more class and applying again. Heartbreak the second time through isn’t that much easier, even though I’m boyfriendless, I’m sure of it. I wish there was a neon sign that said “GO HERE ALLISON” on the front lawn of SCAD or Lasell. I wish that someone could give me a lot of scholarship money so that whatever decision I make would be equally as pleasing to my parents. This growing up thing, looked a lot easier when I was younger.

Today I met with a student that goes to SCAD. She was the complete opposite of me, no offense to her. She was nice, but she was blunt. Caroline was a nature loving Michigianian (if that’s not a word, act like it is now) that happened to be gay, opinionated, so OVER Savannah, and talks more than yours truly. The only thing we could’ve had in common was our love of talking, even when people don’t care to listen (ahem, prove me wrong), but she beat me on that one.

She showed me her dorm, which I just hate to feel like I have to settle for. She showed me the area, told me about her exceedingly difficult courses (but how do I know if she is a stellar student that tends to be an overachiever like myself?) and ultimately everything else about her life, but hey it was like the personal REAL tour I never had with other schools. Tuesday at 9:30 is my guided “candy coated” tour, as I referred to it previously. I am intrigued to see that side of the college as well.

The shopping in Savannah doesn’t have the bragging rights I kind of hoped it would. I still think it is absolutely darling, and the accessibility from our particular town house to everything is wonderful, BUT as far as shopping? It’s a tourist trap. It is expensive and made in china with the exception of Marc by Marc Jacobs which I did not get the oppertunity to go into :(.

I’m hoping Tuesday on the ride home we will stop at the outlets. I want something Coach or Lacoste to bring out the inner prep in me that has been so vibrant on this trip. The guys here wear those brands constantly, I have kept my eyes peeled and they were well recieved. Of course, those are the sons of the millionaires that own homes in Savannah for the summer that probably obtain those extensive wardrobes, not Scad students, but they have to exist. Therefore I have hope.

Oh. Another Southern observation. I didn’t even know when St. Patrick’s day was because I am from New York and nobody cares, but down here? Everyone is drunk and green. The guys that are drunk are often found in dresses and everyone else is just blatently green. I didn’t get the memo, so when I came out of mass in a black and white striped dress this morning, the crazy amounts of people in shades of green chilling on the steps confused me considerably. There were even bagpipes and the dude was in a kilt. And he was on holy ground, so I highly doubt he was drunk.

Off to another chic dinner tonight, we have reservations this time :). Dinner last night was PHENOMINAL. Calimari, Baggettes, Flouder wrapped Crab Cakes, the rice/pasta stuff with crab that I am not cultured enough to know the term for, shrimp, asparagus, and garlic mashed potatos <3. Oh I was so happy. OH. The rice/pasta was called risotto. Fabulous.

Tonight I’m thinking of binging on pasta and cheese. Comment if you want to stop me! Oh, and even if you comment, I’ll probably be too busy eating wayyy too expensive lucious dishes to respond.

Love and miss you preppies!

Allison

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