<p>Yeah, seriously. And refusing to let your kid attend either Princeton or Chicago really doesn’t make sense. If you’re qualified enough to get in, that’s reason enough to celebrate, and your parents should see that. Apart from the application fee, you won’t lose anything by just applying.</p>
<p>Haha, celebrate. They just looked at me and sighed when I told them I got into Chicago. I guess I’ll go ahead and apply to Princeton.</p>
<p>My dad reacted similarly when I told him that I got into Rice…and my mom was pretty happy, but not enthusiastic. I feel like I was robbed of the moment. Oh well.</p>
<p>My mother told me that if I don’t get into the Ivy League I’ll have to go to UT because all of a sudden we’re poor. She also said something about a scholarship, since full rides are so readily available. </p>
<p>I really want to read your blog, Canadian. It’s been almost two months.</p>
<p>No, you can’t read my blog, Snoop.</p>
<p>I desperately want to learn German. I found a place in Toronto that offers classes. It’s sort of on the pricey side. 16 weeks, 4 lessons a week, each lesson lasting 45 minutes. All for $525. But that’s 48 hours of classes. I have to figure it out.</p>
<p>German is my new goal.</p>
<p>I desperately want to read your blog, stingy northerner, but whatever.</p>
<p>My extremities are cold.</p>
<p>That must suck.</p>
<p>Tomorrow it’s going to be warm and my land will be filled with slush.</p>
<p>It was warm today. 60 some F. [15-20 C, backwards faux-European]</p>
<p>I started a new blog. I give it two months before I forget about it.</p>
<p>Your land? Doesn’t the Canadian government own all of the land? That land of yours is actually property of The Great Leader. Have fear.</p>
<p>My definition of warm is ~5C. Silly Tennizzler.</p>
<p>And I really don’t know anything about what the Canadian government does and does not own.</p>
<p>My definition of warm is 30°C. So there.</p>
<p>My blog has a clever title. Ahahaha.</p>
<p>Would you believe that I like tofu? Because I don’t.</p>
<p>I’ve never had it. I need to try some of that stuff sometime. I’m gradually starting to hate meat. Sad, I know. But I don’t feel like I have any control over it. I’ve started taking increasingly smaller portions of meat, and replacing it with increasingly larger portions of bread. I ate eleven slices of bread this afternoon, but no meat.</p>
<p>My mother thinks I’ll get fat from bread.</p>
<p>And with that, farewell. Unless I can’t fall asleep.</p>
<p>I need to get fat. I swear I weigh less every time I check my weight. I’m down to 103 pounds now. I’m only 5’ 5" (sorry, I’m not taking the time to convert that for Canadians), yet I think I should probably weigh a little more than 103 pounds. But something about exercising seems uncomfortable for me. Maybe it’s having to wear gym clothes.</p>
<p>We use feet and inches when talking about height. 6’0" is much easier to visualize than 183cm.</p>
<p>Is that so? I’ve seen internationals on here give their heights in centimeters. Maybe that’s just because Canada is actually a part of the US. The history books don’t usually reflect this, but the United States is actually composed of 61 states.</p>
<p>I just downloaded my first album from iTunes. Alright, Still by Lily Allen.</p>
<p>Europeans use cm, Canadians use ft/inches for height</p>
<p>I lol’d when I was in Spain and saw things measured in weird units. Centiliters? Really?</p>
<p>What is Boxing Day?</p>