Random Scrap:
Berkeley has finally sent their decision. I got in. The message came in a large yellow envelope with a letter enclosed in a nice blue folder. They're asking me if I can hear the sound of toiling bells. So far I can hear the sound of money. This is getting real and I am panicked. What the fuck did I do? Of course I knew it was going to happen. I sent my Berkeley application only because it cost me fifty dollars more. I dared the destiny, put myself again into "let's see how it goes" mode and here I am staring into the future with my eyes wide open. I can't sleep. I'm already anticipating that UCLA will say yes so I draw a list of prons and cons. Berkeley accepted me for the spring semester so that buys me some times. Time but no real job prospects. But again, can I really hope that I will get a job in Los Angeles. I called Mom at about 3am and she can't really help me much apart from listening. It's a big hole I'm jumping into and there's no way I'm coming out of it neither dead or alive.