Turns out I do need some stinkin' education, and I'm going to get me some, starting on September 24. Thanks to the nice lady in the admissions office, my residency issue was resolved with no pain whatsoever, and I'm all registered and ready to go. Just for fun, I'm going to spend the next few weeks cultivating the absolutely worst social qualities of a middle-aged suburban woman and an undergraduate. So invite me over!
I'll drink til I'm sick on your carpet, then I'll tell you all about the anti-oxidant-rich and detoxifying soy and pomegranate juice diet that I'll need to adopt in order to counteract such wretched excess!
I'll compare and contrast your granite countertop with my solid surface, then I'll sneer at your music collection!
I'll wear the hoochiest top I can find at Abercrombie, with some very nice twill pants from Ann Taylor Loft!
But don't worry, I'll go home eventually, because an all-nighter only lasts til midnight when you're my age!