mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mousy girl screams VIOLENCE Six days until the UMich application deadline and I have been reviewing my essay responses daily for two weeks. I have responses for each of the questions in two different categories: witty and charming or bald-faced and bleakly honest. Sometimes a little of both. Why fake it? Why pretend that this means less to me than it does? I found a house in Southfield, part of a duplex that is right above my father's house. I've never lived with Dad before but his life is a whole hell of a lot like mine, coffee addiction, pet-obsession, institutional toilet-paper and all. I will be upstairs in a four room apartment, back deck overlooking the backyard that stretches into a patch of forest, the ceiling of the kitchen slanted like an attic bedroom. A few miles down the road from Aunt Terry and Tiara and Sammy Biscuit, few more miles from Katie and Chris and my sweet, crazy Aunt Sherri, close to Jess and the babies, not too far from the school my father wanted me to go to as a kid, Cranbrook. I am excited at how real it is, you know? How real I've made it, how close it is. 4:06 p.m. - 2007-02-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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