The Sad & the Pathetic: Issue 31

So I’m back at college. Woohoo!

	Well I guess I’ll travel back to Chicago for a minute. I thought I’d toot my own horn for a
 minute. I received a letter in the mail yesterday saying that my portfolio had been accepted into the
 School of the Art Institute of Chicago and was also nominated for a merit scholarship. Pretty neat,
 huh? I brought the letter with me to school so I can put it up on the wall and be impressed with
 myself.
	So I didn’t tell you what I did other than embarrass myself at the interview and harass what’s
 his face. Well. .. Carrie and I caught up on the Simpsons. I was going through withdrawal. 

Homer:Doh!(while swerving to miss hitting a deer.)
Lisa: A deer!
Marge: A female deer!

	We also went to a improv comedy place. That was fun. They asked for someone to come up from
 the audience and I thought Carrie should go, while she thought that I should go up. It ended up some
 guy went up who’s birthday it was. He didn’t do any acting. . .. . I would love to do something like
 that. I think we should have an improv night here at college.  I bet I could have a lot of fun with
 that. I don’t even act.  There was actually a really hot guy up there. Hello nurse!
	Secondly, I met her sister and brother and their respective friends and such. That was fun.
 Kind of weird. I ended up getting into a conversation with her sister’s boyfriend about whether or
 not the water should be hotter or colder when you curl up at the bottom of a shower stall. I said a
 tad cooler because you would be in a ball therefore warmer. . he said hotter because the water would
 be not hitting you and the heat rises. It was then that we realized that I had the water pouring on
 me and he didn’t. At this point Joe, Carrie’s brother, tuned in and I’m sure thought to himself,
 “What the hell?” Yes, it is official. I’m a freak. 
	I’m trying to decide whether to talk about Costa Rica now or wait until another issue. I think
 I’ll wait. I should probably go to bed. I came off the plane through the doors to the baggage claim
 and there are Emma and Adia sitting on top of some boxes. Emma has a sign in her hands that say,
 “Welcome home Texas!” I hear, “Mary!!” I think this is the best welcoming I’ve ever gotten. Thanks. 
	Speaking of Emma. . . . today a whole bunch of us are in Annie’s room criticizing the Golden
 Globe Awards. . or whatever they’re called. At some point Emma tells me that she scrolls through my
 Sad and Pathetic’s looking for her name and then deletes it. *gasp* So this makes me wonder how
 many people do the same thing. Does everyone just skim it looking for themselves? Are most people
 not even going to read this line right here because I didn’t include their name. I can’t believe she
 told me that. :-)   Especially knowing how weird I am. I think I asked Adia a couple of times after that if she read it all the way through. She luckily said she read it sometimes twice. Thanks Adia. At
 least one person reads it. I’d write the issues just for Adia. 
Time to go to bed. 
*big hug*
ci vediamo
-Mare 

p.s. This is the one year anniversary of the Sad and Pathetic. *clapping* No really. . you're too much.
 . . *wiping tear away* . . I'm like to thank all my friends(who don't skip through looking for their
 names only) and to one of my stars, Adia. Sad and Pathetic would be nothing without you.