3 days, 14 hours, 44 minutes, and 27 seconds

It's been a crazy couple of days. I think I've stayed up until ~2am every night for the last week or so--not intentionally, mind you, but things happen, and somehow I keep finding myself in the middle of turbulent things when I should be sleeping. But hey--the weekend starts tomorrow, and I'll just keep telling myself I'll get an adequate amount Friday and Saturday night.

Spring Break was not everything I expected. In fact, it was nothing like what I expected. I didn't get very much done (and we all know an unproductive Edie is an unhappy one), and I'm suddenly short 10 inches of hair, which upsets me more than I thought it would. Shopping with the AcaDec girls was lovely, though, and I'm looking forward to May when I'll actually get to spend time with friends doing things other than studying. I've forgotten what it's like to not orient my days around when I'm going to be studying for what subject, and when I'll squeeze in some schoolwork so I don't Asian-fail my classes.

College admissions have been going well, overall. I would say that I'm not sure why I was ever worried, except I know exactly why I was worried. So far I've been admitted to Duke, unofficially to Dartmouth, and waitlisted at Rice, and all the "important" decisions come out Monday at 5:00pm EST, which according to a nifty countdown timer I found, is in 3 days, 14 hours, 44 minutes and 27 seconds as of a few seconds ago. I won't lie and say I'm not nervous--I'm scared to death. However, I'm also calmer knowing that I've gotten into two very good schools that I'd be thrilled to attend. Be prepared, though, to face a very stressed and irritable Edie on Monday... I think Monday will be a skirt day. It might be just that bad.

For a while I was extremely worried about AcaDec--not just the team as a whole on a competitive level, but all the individuals who constitute the team. Many of us, myself included, were losing focus, and being distracted and distraught by all the challenges life was throwing at us. In a motivational pep-talk refocusing-lecture, though, Sophy made a rather profound point with a rather unusual analogy... the crux of it, though, was that life sometimes sucked no matter what, and there's nothing you can do about the circumstances you may find yourself in. What defines a person is how he or she reacts, responds, and uses those circumstances to better him/herself and move forward. (Of course, she stated this in far more eloquent terms.)

Byron and I are talking again, which is good, but also excruciatingly hard and bittersweet. It may be just the season, as this is when we started dating last year, and everywhere I go there are all these little reminders of how wonderful it once was. There are times when I wish that the whole thing had never happened, or that certain other events in my life hadn't happened, but ultimately... I mean, there's no question I'm going somewhere far away for college next year. This isn't my one and only chance at happiness; there will be enumerable other ones, I know. (But sometimes, knowing isn't the same as believing.)

Oh, and prom is just one huge headache. Whoever came up with the concept of it... should not want to meet me in some dark alley. =/