I finally feel a decent sense of accomplishment. Lugging my father's laptop out to finish out the application was a good plan even if I had to sit infront a huge laptop with a picture of a racecar on the cover. Just kicked in to me yesterday how I haven't written in ages except angsty teenage rants in my diary about love and shit like that and how I wished my ass was perkier. Now it's onto Plan-Get-Intellectually-Active again. Because now I'm only competent enough to give social commentaries on the pressing issues that Hollywood faces