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Thrilled and terrified


Hello lovelies,

Just another day lounging around, except it suddenly became a lot more exciting.  I decided a few days ago that it was time to apply to FIT (Fashion Institute of Technology)!!

I know what you’re thinking, HAULT. Put on the breaks. What?

Weren’t you just blogging about being happy at Canisius and knowing you need to go back.

Well, yes.

And I am going back, for this semester!  But I could not bear with the idea that I would not allow myself the option of attending FIT next fall, when I think I’m growing out of Canisius already.

I will miss my friends, and some of the oppertunities that have presented themselves, but I can’t limit myself.

My parents taught me this when we moved out of the middle of nowhere last year.  My mom said it was scary, my dad shrugged his shoulders.. but they both came to the same conclusion.

You need to do what is best for you.

Canisius is a great place, don’t get me wrong.  If you’re considering it? Take the risk.  It’s just not where I feel my passion can flourish the best.  It needs to be cultivated and embraced.

Fashion deserves to become my life again.

And maybe I am sitting on my bed thinking too hard again, like I do almost each night around 1 AM, but there’s a reason for that.

If I was content, we’d have a much bigger issue on our hands.  There is always room for improvement.

I had the ironic deadline of January 1st for my application to be due, so I couldn’t make a new years resolution to figure my life out.

I just had to act on it.

I would be transfering in as a Junior. Which is terrifying.

But it is the only way I could enter the Bachelor’s program.. So I’m picking up an extra class this semester and hoping to pick my life up and go to Manhattan September 2013.

The money being spent on Canisius just isn’t practical any more.  I will save a ton by “skipping” my sophomore year -since I attended HCCC and have those credits.  I need to do this.

But in order to do this, I need to get in.  My gut drops significantly, knowing that I didn’t get into Marist last year.

Marist’s selectivity rate was 34%.  FIT’s is 43.

I have done much better in college than highschool with a 3.7 though. I achieved a 3.97 at HCCC and a 3.88 at Canisus so far.  I can only pray that’s good enough.

What’s scarier than the bagillion people in Manhatten though? Is the major choice.

I decided to apply for the Advertising and Marketing program.

*crickets*

It’s communications related, at a fashion institution. But it isn’t journalism.

So am I back at square one? I don’t think so.  I think I just need to get that degree because it’s a much of comm and fashion and creativity.  And it’s 10,000 dollars cheaper even before scholarships.. So all of this overanalyzing at late hours will be worth it.

I was creeping on somebody’s twitter last night and I saw this:

Nobody looks back at their life and remembers the nights they got plenty of sleep.

Well, I sure won’t anyways.

Allison

If you care, my nails are pink.


Want a tip?

Don’t tell your grandparents when you decide to go tanning.

It wasn’t like I called them up and said “HEY NANA AND PAPA I WENT TANNING IN A CANCER CAUSING MACHINE.” But I might as well have. I answered the phone this afternoon, they asked what I did this afternoon…

Well.

I started saying I went to work,  then I continued into how I went to school until 3 and slipped in there that I went to lunch with my friend (Chineseeee), had pedicures and tanned.

Tan.

That was the magical word that spun into a 5 minute speech about cancer and ruining my life.

Isn’t that up to me?

I said it completely casually. I didn’t mean to draw attention to the fact I was tanning. My cousin tans. Who cares?

I’m complaining. I think this is stupid. I don’t do anything bad or illegal. Can’t I tan? Good Lord. I’m not orange, I just bought a 3 month package. I started today. I’m not even pink!

They couldn’t have told me about the UV rays drying my nails or the acetone fumes that are going to make me high in the remover?

Oh, they could have. But no.

Btw, if they freaking cared my nails are pink.

AND I HAD A FABULOUS DAY.

AND MY OUTFIT WAS CUTE.

AND I KNOW NOBODY CARES BECAUSE I’M JUST GONNA DIE OF CANCER NOW -apparently- BUT THERE’S MORE TO MY LIFE THAN BAKING IN A MACHINE.

 

AND MY NAILS SMUDGED.

Fml: Allison

I’m so over it.


I really can’t contain myself. I feel this obsessive need to blog every time something good happens to me, and guess what preppies? That decision has changed again. Right when you think I’m one way? One thing?

I’m not.

Had to call into work and figure out my life this weekend, and guess what I did.

I decided I am going to Canisius College in Buffalo! The deposit will be in tomorrow, and I could not be happier. I already have my roomie/suitemate situation figured out!

It’s a compromise between SCAD and Herkimer, but a compromise I am willing to make. I am so sorry I haven’t been the most dedicated blogette as of late, but this college stress comes first. Since I had barely anything to do today though, you are back in my life no worries. I plan on looking as stylish as usual, I’ll have more fashion knowledge to disperse among the internet tomorrow. As for now? I am in a sweatshirt and not wearing make up.

Don’t gag too loud darlings, I know it’s a crime.

Maybe I’l paint my nails.. God knows tomorrow it’s a hetic day and I will have SO much homework. I just don’t feel like preparing.

Can you say SENIORITIS?

I can say, so over highschool and fake college.

Goodbye hick-town, Hello Canisius (;

Allison