Typical.

For the dance, I went for an understated, elegant look--Mostly because I got home 20 minutes before I had to leave. I missed dinner, but it was a good time overall. Although the DJ refused to play "Showstoppin," he did play some techno, so I can't hate him.

The only thing I can think about lately is college. What I want to do, where I want to go, how I'm going to pay... If I'm even going to get in anywhere I really want to go. It is so much to think about, and I know everyone goes through it and I should just shut up and deal, but this is my blog and I'll rant if I want to.

Sometimes, I feel as if I am very decisive about what I'm going to do. And I thought I had it figured out. When I got the letter from EMU for their Presidential Scholarship, I thought "Cool. I can do this and have a fair chance at it, and EMU is close to Ann Arbor and I hear the campus is pretty. This might just work out." But then I went there, and although it was a nice campus and the people were friendly and the town was alright, I just didn't feel anything.

Right away, I noticed how commuter-based the campus was, and I just really don't like that. I don't want to have to take a car to college and be dependant on it for travel. I don't want to have to travel on a bus, off campus, and onto UoM's campus to get somewhere I want to go. I want that all to be within walking distance and I want to feel a sense of community. Maybe that's picky, but it's what I want and I don't think I would be happy otherwise. Of course, if I get a decent scholarship from them, I would still definitely consider going there, but I guess I was disappointed with it overall.

My most viable option at this point is MSU. Two years paid, close to home without being too close, I know the town, I know the people, and the journalism program is great. Sounds perfect on paper, but in reality, I'm underwhelmed.

I just have to apply to NYU and see what they say. Hopefully I can get enough financial aid and scholarship money to make it affordable, though I highly doubt it's going to happen. A girl can dream, though.

Until then, I've got this: