I applied to Pratt and I'm scared. I really, really, really wanna go there, it's almost too much to handle. I just have this little picture in my mind of a flat and the smell of paint and scotch and train trips to Boston and a lovely boy with British hair cuts and photos and snow and seeing my grandma, with all of her cats and her white rought iron furniture in Ithaca.
Oh and I have half black half blonde hair now, but I don't have a digital camera because my mum to it to China so I guess you'll just have to visualize.
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adict_amelia) wrote,
anxious
