I'm sick of tumblr

Videos are cool, pictures are nice, but to be perfectly honest, I don't care about your super indie-underground-hipster videos or pictures, your superficial photos of anorexic looking girls, or your music. This is a hypocritical statement because I'm sure I'll still be using my tumblr, watching your super indie hipster videos, and publishing a few of my own.
ANYWAYS.
I want a word blog.
I'm going to try my very hardest NOT to make it tales of a whino
But, you know how that goes.
Right now, I've completed my Chinese final in its entirety,
Am "working" on my History/Philosophy papers,
And anxiously awaiting news concerning scholarship recipients for the journalism fellowship on family homelessness.
I am a scholar.
I am prosperous.
My application was immaculent (how do you spell emaculent?)
My writing samples were written with quality, clarity, passion, and spirit.
My bio was as quirky and unique and interesting as my laugh.
My essay questions were honest and prove both my competance and my passion.
I am forgetting how to spell.
And think.
BUT ANYWAYS
My application was $2,000, I am $2,000, this has my name on it.
I am the one in five hundred, or in this case, one of eight of 24 or something like that.
I'm going home tomorrow, paradigms are shifting, this isn't going to work.
And starting yesterday, I eat slowly and deliberately, and tiny portions, stopping when I am full.
I will lose 20 pounds by summer vacation.
I am a small-framed women, and I wear no extra baggage.
I do not over eat, I do not eat when I am bored, and I even exercise 3-5 times a week.
I walk everywhere,
and I don't die when I ride a bike.
I'm a vegan and I don't take the vegan dessert just because it is there.
Okay anyways, time to start finals for reals, I'm excited to have a word blog, this is so much cooler than tumblr.