This has been a pretty depressing Christmas. My grandfather was admitted to the hospital with pnuemonia on Christmas Eve (stubborn old goat had been feeling sick since Tuesday, but didn't want us to know because he thought it would "ruin our Christmas"), and while he's better than he was on Thursday, he's not in the best shape right now. Then Artemis passed away on Christmas night (he'd been looking a bit odd for over a week, but seemed to go downhill rapidly). Parakeets only live 5-7 years on average, so it's not like it was absolutely unlikely, but I just didn't think he'd go as quickly as he did. My sister's also gone to Florida to spend the rest of vacation with her boyfriend, so the house has been pretty quiet (she's also been sick, AGAIN, for the last few days).
Between this and worrying about my stupid test, I've got a lot on my plate.
Not all of Christmas sucked, though. The majority of the day was quite pleasant, and I finally have a working desktop computer now, thanks to Dad. The 'rents also gave me a GPS system, Persona 4, and the first season of Bleach, so I'm pretty floored. (Mookie got a kayak, for anyone interested).
I want and don't want the 2nd to get here soon. I keep thinking that I need more time, but the more time I have, the more I just worry about things. Ugh. I honestly shouldn't, because I'm sure that I'll get a decent score. I have three stellar recommendations from professors, and while I didn't have a super-high GPA in college, I was in an honor-major program, did relatively well in classes that challenged me, and I made Dean's commendation list three times in a row. These are all things that they want and look for, right?