Monday, Monday... Wednesday?

My parents are really riding me about these personal statements. It's not that I don't want to do them, because I like to write. It's really just that I want to play San Andreas. When I finally got around to writing two or three, it kinda made me feel better about myself.

I really do a lot of shit. Think about it. I've taken just about every AP I could in the social studies department, minus AP Gov because that sounds like a load of bull. That's the kind of direction colleges are looking for. Not just any old person who outdoes themself in every class possible, although that helps. The easy way to get into a good college, is just to pick a subject and strengthen it while keeping up with your other classes.

Then think about the athletic aspect. Not only am I a pretty decent runner, but I am the heart and soul of your track team. Face it. When I'm not there, who else do you have to play around with besides your couple close friends on the team, make fun of besides for Yulong, or fight with besides Iljin? Sure you have somebody for all those things, and they may be the same person. But who else can do all those with you and everybody else on the team besides for me?

And then there are all my other little quirks. Chinese and Spanish, piano, unicycle, regular cycle (Oops. I meant BIcycle), and Prom Committee. How can you not appreciate the person who appreciates the little things in life? I can just put this there and that there and pretty soon my essay is done!

The whole point of these personal statements is for you to toot your own horn in a literary manner. And Jesus TittyFucking Christ if I dont have a couple hours of TAPS to play. I can't wait to turn these babies in. Colleges gonna eat this shit up. Suck it Syracuse!