Libby (xnerdyxgirlx) wrote,

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I really can't.

I can't be better. Really.

That's a weird phrase. I don't want to set the bar too low, but honestly, I am feeling really proud of myself lately. And I almost never praise myself for anything. I may receive praise, but I can hardly accept it unless it is genuine and something my weak ego can withstand.

Okay, a few more close friends being... closer... would be ideal, but I know I can't make that happen, so I'm working with what I've got. Utah is beautiful. Our city is crazy. There are some super cool outcasts which are now our friends. All in all, that's not a problem.

I am applying to the Radiography program at our school which is supposedly "one of the best programs in the nation" because our school is "fortunate enough to have all of the latest state-of-the-art" equipment available to us. I'm almost done with my application packet. One huge part was the PSB national standardized health occupations exam. There are a lot of websites where you can pay a lot for a study guide to this exam. I didn't look any further into it and decided I would go pay $40 and take the exam without studying anything at all. The lady at the testing center gave me a weird look when she was printing out my results which made me nervous. But then she said "These are the highest scores I've ever seen on this test." Felt really cool. So I ranked from 91-99th percentile in everything I did. I have no idea how I managed to do that. I was sure I would fail.

Tonight I got an email from a guy in charge of "The Southern Quill" which is a publication that I submitted artwork to a while ago. They accepted everything I submitted and wanted to use one of my paintings for the flyer to advertise the opening reception. Now, they've just e-mailed me today to ask if I would be okay with my painting being the cover. And there is some chatter about making it their "mascot".

Life is a weird thing, but oh man does it feel good to be validated in a new city where you literally knew not one single person; and to have it work out like this. I remember the sticky summer when we moved here... almost too hot to step outside... now I feel nostalgic about it and can't believe we're almost to that point again.

Hopefully I will be accepted into the program of my choice.
Hopefully Joel & I will have an amazing summer of travelling adventure.
Hopefully This is only the beginning of a lot of good things to come.
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