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Which File Extension are You?
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Which Nigerian spammer are You?
I just spent the past 5 hours working on college applications. The past 5 hours . . .
*Lies on the floor and moans for a moment*
There's so much to do . . . and now I'm going off to Papa and Jana's, which is nice, but I could so be taking a break and then filling out more of these things. I need to fill them out and then take them to school and have people write me letters and the counselor fill stuff out and then I can complete my common application and then I'm done, except I have to write a lot of stupid essays by November 1st. I think Yale wants an extra one, too.
Damn you, Yale . . . JUST because you're an Ivy League school and you have house elves . . .
I wanted to write more, like about how I went to the corn maze last night and there was an incident with a car, and the cute little kittens, and how I finally met Erin and Julia, but that shall have to wait for another day, or at least until I get back tonight . . . if I'm not spazzing out over these college applications again.
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Which File Extension are You?
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border="0" alt="You are Kairet Mustapha. You have a heart full of anxiety and sorrow. Your husband was the Chief Security Officer for the ex-President of Nigeria. You have $30 million in an account in Ghana though you can't afford a comfortable meal. You want to give me 20%.">
Which Nigerian spammer are You?
I just spent the past 5 hours working on college applications. The past 5 hours . . .
*Lies on the floor and moans for a moment*
There's so much to do . . . and now I'm going off to Papa and Jana's, which is nice, but I could so be taking a break and then filling out more of these things. I need to fill them out and then take them to school and have people write me letters and the counselor fill stuff out and then I can complete my common application and then I'm done, except I have to write a lot of stupid essays by November 1st. I think Yale wants an extra one, too.
Damn you, Yale . . . JUST because you're an Ivy League school and you have house elves . . .
I wanted to write more, like about how I went to the corn maze last night and there was an incident with a car, and the cute little kittens, and how I finally met Erin and Julia, but that shall have to wait for another day, or at least until I get back tonight . . . if I'm not spazzing out over these college applications again.
