bah.

Okay, I'll say it. I'm worried about midterms. I'm worried about not getting into graduate school. I'm just-plain worried. Some of the programs I used to feel confident about applying to have been revealed by the bible of clinical psych programs to have admittance rates of 2-8%. I'm not in the top 8% of applicants. At all.

And so I've compiled a list of 20% and up schools. Bah.

It's snowing. I'm supposed to take a bus down to Pennsylvania to be with Jon tomorrow night. Bah.

My forehead has gotten much greasier now that I have bangs. Bah.

At least I can use the snow as a reason to not to go the gym... going to work in Brooklyn today is going to be unpleasant enough.