La dee dah

I would just like to post so that no one thinks I'm dead. This time of year is hectic.
I found out from five of my college so far: in at University of Wisconsin (that happened a while ago actually), in at Smith (they let me know early, I sort of flipped out), in at University of Washington (...though they never actually sent me an acceptance letter, they did send me financial aid, so...), in at Northwestern (with double legacy, so make of that what you will), and waitlisted at University of Chicago (which is pretty much cool, because that means I don't have to figure out the whole no-engineering-program-but-a-really-strong-economics-program-what-do-I-want-to-do-when-I-grow-up thing).
I got the National Merit Scholarship; $2,500, which isn't much, but you take what you can get.
This upcoming week I find out about everywhere else; to be honest, at this point, it just really isn't all that exciting. Too much build-up; I was ready for this news two months ago. Now I just want school to be OVER.
My ethnography is almost over - I just have two more sessions this week and then some interviews. Did I ever talk about that here? I talk about it so much in real life that I've forgotten...
Well, on the off chance that I haven't, it's essentially just an assignment for English that involves me joining a different subculture temporarily and studying them. And then I write a paper about it. So. I chose an arts high school semi-nearby - they have to audition, people come from all over the state. It's been kind of really interesting actually, and I'm really liking it. There was some initial drama involving getting enough hours and shit, but it's all worked out for the most part.
Let's see, what else is happening in my life...Ultimate has actually, legit started...grad parties are being planned (there was some minor drama with that too...)...oh and prom. Prom, prom, prom. People have started getting asked, even though it's not until May, and let me tell ya: it's more than a little depressing. Much as I may talk the talk of not caring, I do. Not overly so, but still; it'd be nice to get asked. It's okay, I've already resigned myself to some classic RomComs for that night.