How Iowa relates to my essay, and the repurcussions thereof on college apps.

so,
my wonka costume obviously rocked out, and if my computer actually
moved at any acceptable speeds, you would see it here. but alas. i was
mad excited today, recoreded my harp for colleges, but it was crazy
cool to hear myself out of speakers. kind of worn off. life sycks.
wrote a speil about i before when i was supposed to be writing my
college essay. maybe i'll put some here. depends how pathetic i feel
like sounding today. so generally, that would be a no, not putting it
here just kidding answer. but writing that essay was fucking hard,
mostly because like an idiot i thought writing about camp would be
easy, since obvioualy if it is a generally known rule that you can
never explain it to anyone, it would be pie to explain it in 500 words
or less to an admissions office (current standing 629, but far better
than 903). and sometimes i think may be i'm trying to do too much cuz
things are suffering that shouldn't, like amnesty, and no surprise my
sleep and me a bit as well. but i guess its sorta worth it. who am i
kidding, i'm just happy cuz iowa is on and i'm reminiscing...there are
pluses to writing an essay about something that you love. a lot. damn,
why can't we just be at fv ALL the time? and weren't we supposed to get
apps in october? argh.
too much cheap cheeriness. i'm probably just better
off reveling in the suckiness. or ateaslt acknowledging it. shit, eco
test soon...a love struck romeo singin streets of serendade layin
everybody low with a love song that he made...said something like, you
and me babe, how about it? sometimes, no all the times, i hate feeling
alone. i hate having to take care of everyone else, and be happy and
okay so that they can feel better, and never letting myself be weak,
or.....i wrote this rant already. it's time for me to sign off before i
leave nothing sacred, as they say. not about to change my ways now.