It's official. I GOT INTO PARSONS! The school of my dreams. Wild. Insert high pitched squeels, flapping arms and jumping up and down. That actually happened. This morning. And then I fell. True story. Doing a happy dance in my barren living room and I bail. Bam! On my butt. My
supreme non-existent coordination and lack of abundant awkwardness amaze me at times.
Anyways. Moving on. Nothin's getting me down today. And here I was having a boring ol' week of packing and sorting and selling. It's craft room chaos. Seriously. And there's costumes as well. Because packing is WAY more fun in costume. (Don't knock it till you've tried it, folks). See that GIANT pile of craft supplies in the bottom right corner, below? That's all for donation! And it's not even half of it. Don't worry. I'm keeping
too many several boxes of crafty goodness for myself too.
And just in case you wanted to see my Letter of Acceptance again. Bigger.
I am so excited. I don't have to keep saying "IF I get in, I'll be moving to NYC". Now I can say I'm moving to NYC! In January. Bah! There is SO much to do between now and then.
Warning: I'm going to be busy like a bee this coming week. With packing. And sorting. And selling. And packingsortingselling some more. Ahhh. The life of a procrastinator. I wouldn't have it any other way. Moral of the story? You might not have to put up with my nonsense quite as frequently. But don't worry. Because I know you were. I'll be back in full swing after the 27th. Broadcasting from Palm Springs. Worth the wait. Promise.