Look, I'm scared.

I've recently just registered to take the SATs. Which is, the NCEA equivalent for America. Which are exams that Colleges or Universities use to determine wether you're bad-ass enough to be in their school or not.When I think about it, that is one step closer to college. I'm going to tell you right now, the idea of college is fucking terrifying. Especially when where I want to go isn't everything I want it to be and isn't located on the side of the country I would like to be in.

Here are my target Universities:

1) Stanford University

I know, I know it's a long shot but hey, the experts say that I should have 3 "reach" schools, 3 "match" schools, and 3 "safe" schools in mind. So you can consider my first three the "no way in hell are you going to get accepted Ina, you stupid unprepared fool" schools. =)

Stanford has the leading Department of Psychology in America. Yeah, suddenly I want to be a childrens Psychologist now. Which I think is ridiculous, because thats 8 years of school, but I cant help but WANT it. Ugh. Stanford has a 13% acceptance rate. *sound of Ina's head pounding on the desk*. It's in California, and I really don't want to live in California. I prefer to live somewhere with 4 seasons, which is pretty ironic seeing as I live in the freaking desert.

2) University of California- Berkeley

Another reach school. 23.9% acceptance rate. Number 9 on the top 10 Psychology colleges. Still in California.

3) University of Chicago

I really, really like this one.

I've decided not to go to college straight off the bat.

Yeah, thats right.

Track Time.

It's that time of the year again.

The sun rises to say "hello" at 6 in the morning.

The pink tulips I bought from Walmart open up for me and turn violet.

The fog is floating down to settle on the 10 mile road of Boulder Highway.

This can all mean only one thing.

The new Track season is upon us.

Dun dun duuuuuuuun

Yo, lover.

They really just want to watch each other sleep.

"So we gotta go now baby, uhm, I'll call you later okay, I want to talk to you before I go to sleep. =)

Okay honey, I love you, Happy New years. :)

... Matter of fact, I'll just call you when New Years comes.

Really?

Yeah, why not? =)

Okay.. :), Well you better get going.

All right baby, I'll call you later, I love you.

I love you too. "

So New years for me was really not that eventful. It was just me, my Mama, my brothers and my Tia Nora at home. With all these delicious scrumdidlyumptious food my Papa cooked for us before he left for work. He works at a burger joint at The Strip during New Years and still manages to cook all these wonderful dishes for his family instead of sleeping. What a trooper.

(This looks better the right way up)

So we just ate, and talked, and watched TV and played Left 4 Dead. Tia talked the most, if there was a medal for the most talkative person in the world she would get it, no arguments about it or you'd get a story about some time when she was in Venice if you did start an argument.

Zac fell asleep eating puto wearing his little striped elf pyjamas.

So New Years came. We greeted each other with shouts and jumped (although I tried extremely hard not to). Then my butt vibrated. LOL. I stepped outside so "I could go watch the fireworks on The Strip" But really, I stepped out to answer my vibrating butt.

It was a nice talk, I felt overwhelmed somehow that I started tearing up.

Fucking have a grip on yourself Ina.

>______<

So I woke up the next morning, feeling drowsy as a mofo. I don't know why but I wanted to look outside because I expected the word to look different. Maybe because it was a new year. A lot changes in a minute.

Anyway, this post is late. Happy New Year everybody. =)