Working on my scholarship applications-- eleven in all, if you hadn't read-- and I'm having brain freeze. On top of that I keep getting distracted by Eric playing his fucking game. I can't get shit done until people go to sleep for this very reason.

TO MAKE IT ALL MORE AMAZING, I read the back of the pamphlet and read that the applications don't need to be post-marked by the second, they have to be IN THE OFFICE by the second BEFORE 5pm. This makes it virtually impossible. I'm going to try, still. Going to call tomorrow and find out what the fuck I can do to get this done. I need to go back to school.

Speaking of, I'm getting pissed at Alicia and Eric. They both say they want to go to school, express interest, and then we all get these packages today. I press on them that they need to get it done NOW, assuming they have legitimate interest in going back to school. Alicia is dicking around, Eric is dicking around-- it irks me because they're the ones who instigated this (namely, Alicia) and they're not taking it seriously. I'm letting it go, though inside I'm welling up because I want to brow-beat them about it. I need to learn to let that reflex go. It's their lives, and I've made the conscious decision that if someone doesn't want to take their life seriously I'll just let them fuck it up for themselves. It's not my place to live it for them, and I'm sure as hell not gonna let them cloud my path either.

Ugh, I need to write these fucking letters... How the hell do you even write these things?