At any rate, I am now the owner of said movie and, until quite recently, was snickering through it in the privacy of my room. Johnny Depp/Marius/Ichabod Crane had just tossed the Hessian his skull, and the Hessian, in the process of reattaching the thing, was facing the camera and looking very menacing, as is the way of headless horsemen. It was at this particular moment that I paused the movie, as Medusa had pounded on me door, called, “Mail!” and slid an envelope under the door.

It was a big envelope, very official-looking. I glanced at it warily, then glanced back at the Hessian for reassurance. Finding none, I resignedly made my way across the room and picked up the envelope. It was unnervingly thin and not particularly reassuring either. It was, for those who can’t guess, from a certain college who’s wonderful wait list has been accommodating me since Easter.

So I opened it, then left my room, muttered an apology to Medusa and the Gorgons, wherever they were in the house, and screamed.

I know it’s a terribly typical thing to do, but I felt I had to do something; besides, I’ve never been big on originality and I don’t scream often.

So I’m going to college. My first-choice college. Christ on a crutch, to wax Curmudgeonish. I don’t ever want to be this tense again, that’s certain, but it did pay off in the end, finally.

Celna’s alma mater, and I’ll be there with Warren and Bly and Tamie (who was also accepted to Harvard).

I should finish the movie. Later, later, I can’t think now. I’ll just sit here in a daze, thanks.

Heaven in a handbasket, I’m going to college.

This entry is only going to get redundant if I persist in pounding it out, so let’s leave it at that.

Oh, this is nice.

Adieu.