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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

The side effects of prom hair


Now that I am revived and on a normal sleep schedule, I am back again to blog :). Not much has happened since Sunday night, it’s been great haha! Monday morning I slept until 10, I love saying that. It was so “not productive”. I needed it. I had high school in the afternoon, of course. That was a snooze.. Same people, same place, different work sheet, different chapter. I think the shorter amount of time I’m at school for, the longer it seems. My eyes move to the clock on the wall almost the instant I sit down. Tuesday, Andrew had an eye appointment in Utica. It was at 9 and since Utica has a mall I went along for the trip ;). I had some skirts to return and I had Victoria’s Secret free panty coupons. On the way back, we stopped for lunch. I was so incredibly full as we drove home, I couldn’t possibly function enough to go to school. I mean it’s a bore as it is, but throw in a full stomach and a crazy sleep schedule from 2 nights before? No thank you. Some how some way I convinced my mother that I can make up any work I miss in less than an hour, which is practically true, and she let me stay home. I don’t know why Andrew got to stay too, but I think it was an all or nothing deal. My parents were preoccupied with the new Realtor, they’ve changed the price on our house AGAIN and are insisting we will have a sale in 30 days. I hope they’re right, but I can’t help but feel they’re being completely unrealistic. I don’t know why anyone would want to move here, with the crappy schools and the small town bull. I love our house, that isn’t the issue at all… I just think I would be scared to move to a town where half the houses in it are for sale.

Today I was much more productive than my last 2 days, and it’s already 12 oclock. Ogg (my baby brother) has the nerve to wake me up at 8, and I’ve been going ever since. My mom has been packing stuff in boxes, I made an 8 page list of all the stuff I am going to need for college.. but I just realized I forgot to put an iHome on there so maybe the list will get longer.  I set up my debit card so I can check the amount on it through an app on my phone, I set up a savings account *GASP*, I got myself looking put together and fabulous in my new Ann Taylor patchwork blazer, and even breathed every once in a while. The only thing I wish I could’ve done but didn’t?? Gotten rid of prom hair.

I believe prom hair is a real thing. I’ve washed my hair like 20 times since prom and it won’t go back to it’s original form. I blew it dry, straightened it.. used conditioner, didn’t use conditioner, tried 3 different shampoos, and scrubbed with my fingers. Nothing is working. I cannot get the bottle of hairspray out of my hair. At least I can say that bottle of hairspray was worth it, my hair looked great.. but the aftermath? Is gross! I feel like I can’t get my hair completely clean. This was another reason I was excused from attending highschool yesterday afternoon.

I looked up some ideas online for curing said prom hair and I’ve decided because lemon juice didn’t work last year and I’m out of carbonated water (2 methods) I might need to try Apple Cider Vinegar. *BLAHHH*

Cue the gagging noise.

I hate apple cider vinegar. Just the 3 words next to each other sound repulsive. I can’t be on the 1st floor of the house when my parents decide to clean the coffee maker with it, and I refuse to gargle with vinegar of any type when my throat is sore.. but that’s how bad my hair is. My roots are growing in -already- and I don’t need to draw any more attention to that with additional hair spray and grease. UGHHHH.

If anyone has any brilliant ideas, I may pay the $15 and get a macadamia mask and renewal hair treatment on Saturday.

Pretty soon I’ll have sunk $300 dollars into this head of mine. Smh.

Allison

Prom is still highschool. It’s just the same people wearing nicer clothes


“My sleeping habits are so screwed” -was the first line I texted my best friend when I realized to my disbelief it wasn’t morning yet.. Lock in, after prom was until 3 am Sunday and I laid with my eyes closed afterwards until I “woke up” at 7:45 this morning. I feel like I never hit a deep sleep though, and the only good result was to my mother’s pleasure I was easily up for 9 am mass. Groggily sitting through mass was difficult, so I slept once I got home at 11-until 4. Nobody was home because of the traditional Sunday AYSO soccer games, even on Mother’s Day. When I woke up, I found out we were going to Red Lobster, to my surprise, and stayed awake until we got home at 8. I’m not sure if it’s because I inhaled a feast of crab legs and coconut shrimp, but I was so completely exhausted when we got home. Not to mention cold and achy. I know this makes the aftermath of prom sound like a marathon, it really is. So I slept from 8-11:30. And I could have sworn it was at least 6 am. What am I supposed to do when my whole family is in bed? And I’m supposed to be quiet? I’ve kind of figured out a list.. but tomorrow is going to be hell-ish if I can’t even sleep until 3am again.

1) Blog -gasp- hahaha

2) Read my English homework. I mean everyone wants to read To Kill A Mockingbird at 12am.. I planned on saving it for tomorrow morning since I now don’t have to report to school until 12:30, but might as well eliminate that plan.

3) Fill out scholarships. As thrilled as I am to go to Canisius, did I mention how much money, which is completely beyond my understanding haha, that this school costs? It’s kinda gross.

Hopefully this all wears me out. I’ve already felt the obnoxious sleep deprived results of this and I can reassure you it’s not going to be pretty. I spilled grape juice all over my mother’s antique cabinet (nothing says Happy Mother’s Day better!), my feet, and the floor.. while trying to plug in the laptop cord. I then spelled my brother’s password wrong so I decided to be that evil sister that wakes him up to find out what he changed it to, but he didn’t change it. So if I ever sleep tonight without him returning the favor of me disturbing his peace, I’ll be shocked. He wasn’t happy..

My eyes feel like they’ve been stabbed, but that could absolutely be because I took out my contacts pre-lock in while wearing fake nails. I ripped those off my the end of the night, but I have battle scars!

Ugh. It takes so much to look fabulous. I didn’t even describe the 5 inch heels, spray tanning “incident” (I became blochy, but this was fixed pre prom), and eye brow waxing gone bad that were equally painful.

I suppose if these are my biggest issues, life is fabulous. I pretty much completely agree. Prom was fun, but as I told my mom when I got home from it

Prom is still highschool. It’s just the same people wearing nicer clothes.

And did I mention I want to graduate?

Xoxo,

Allison

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