I've been doing some research recently and have discovered that my first choice of college, Georgian court university, does not offer a pre-medical program. Due to this discovery, I have been conducting some research and have found some colleges I am interested in. As you should probably know, I am interested in attending an all women's university and I plan on enrolling in one.





-College of Notre Dame (Baltimore, MD)
-Hollins University (Roanoke, VA)
-Cedar crest college (Allentown, PA)



My heart is still set on Georgian Court, and I suppose I should retrieve more information about their undergraduate programs before pushing them completely out of my mind. However, my second choice is Notre Dame, and I shall continue researching until my heart is smiling upon my core choice.

my everything.

If I could tell you anything, It would be that nobody could ever amount to what you mean to me. You are my world, my happiness, my heart and soul. You are my everything. And because of this, I hope you know I'm not letting go, and neither are you. Thank you for everything, for my smile and for the twinkle in my eyes, for the laughs you share with me and holding me when I cry. Thank you for never giving up on me and holding my hand when I've needed you most. Thank you for loving me and being all mine and staying faithful. Thank you for being the best boyfriend any girl could ever ask for. You are the most perfect boy I've ever met, and you continue to amaze me with your kindness. I love you, Christopher. And I hope you know I'll always be there for you, holding your hand whenever you need it, and being your shoulder whenever you tear up. I hope you take advantage of that, and I know you're going to make it somewhere in life. My extraordinary boy*

a lens penetrates into the eyes of an optimist*

You're at a red light. A man in a blue mustang pulls up next to you. You're smoking your last cigarette and snickering at the thought of what happened earlier at work. He's laughing and you look over, curious to see what's so funny. And there it is. How ironic. A ticket, a lousy ticket. And a man. A man who is laughing at his own foolishness. Or maybe not. You begin sweating, anger rising between the wrinkles of your forehead. And for a moment, you think you might explode. The man looks at you and you grow slightly uncomfortable. He laughs some more. You throw up your middle finger and he waves. You curse under your breath and the man simply looks at you. And what does he say? "A man would not be man if not for the splintering cracks degrading the bare skin underneath your fingernails. Scathing and pinching, itching and biting. Anger rises and your fists clench. But for what? Because your wife left you? Because you just got fired? Because you just received a lousy parking ticket? Tell yourself this: 'The bitch wasn't worth it, I'm hopping on another job with better pay, and screw the parking ticket, fifty dollars ain't shit.' You aren't going anywhere with that embedded frown of yours. Sit outside, soak up the sun, and turn up the music, because what happens to you-how bloody your fingertips are, you've still gotta turn the next door knob and walk into the next shitty chapter of your life, so live it up and fuck the rest. Smile just to piss people off, one day you maybe smiling forreal." And so the man drove away, and you sat there in the blazing sun, blistering heat slapping you in the face. And for once in your life you say to yourself, 'screw the rest of the world, I'm gonna shine,' and the frown terrorizing the people you meet begins to fade as the advice the man gave you seeps into your skin. And you swear the wind whispering into your ear has never sounded sweeter.