HOW MANY GIRLS CHOOSE A COTTON DRESS WORLD WHEN THEY COULD HAVE SATIN AND LACE?

If this is starting to get a little gratuitous for you, I understand. I mean, it has been out of control. I mean, I'm still kind of worn out from my UT Austin celebration, and I was going to spend tonight chilling out and rereading "The World According to Garp," like a good well-mannered teacher ought on a Friday evening. But now that's not an option because I GOT INTO WASHINGTON U. IN ST. LOUIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS CRAZY! What a week! Like, shit, man! What next? WHAT NEXT?!

Well, actually I know what's next. I'm going to Austin and I'll meet all of these people and they'll be all, "Here's why you should come to our school." It's going to be a wild ride. But definitely one which will make me feel like a superstar poet girl for real. Because I guess this is all real, right? It's a good thing I've been taking notes when I've talked with these people so I don't have to pinch myself later. It's not like the notes are very helpful or anything. They basically go like this: "OMFG THEY LIKE ME THEY LIKE ME AND WANT TO GIVE ME MONEY! AHHHHHH!!!"

They're going to fly me out to visit! HELLLLLLLL YEAH!

Okay, over and out. I'm going to go throw myself another beer parade.

I GOT THE FIRE TO HEAT THE STREET UP

Oh shit. I got into the Michener Center (UT Austin).

Oh shit.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YEAH!

I seriously do NOT know what to do with myself right now. I hooted and hollered so much the downstairs neighbors were probably worried that I was being assaulted or some shit. But in a way I HAVE been assaulted by TOTAL BITCHIN BAD-ASSITUDE. Oh man. I have to teach a class now. I don't know how I'm going to do it. All I want to do right now is dance hip to hip with Mr. Adam Atkinson in a bar with some strong drinks. Which will commence once I'm done teaching the children. In case you want to come.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.