With honors

I got into the honors program at Ohio State! I'm so happy! I mean, my essay was truly horrible. We had to write about how we extended friendship and love to our community, which isn't a prompt that lends itself to an interesting or mature essay any way you look at it. So I wrote about how I gave the hand of good nature to Helena in Lit, since the rest of us had a group and she wasn't part of it. Now she is, and it's wonderful and everything is full of camaraderie and love. Unfortunately, she's not good at English, so in our group discussions, she's kind of a hindrance, but I didn't put that in my essay. Doesn't seem very fellowship-ish, you know. Anyway, now that I'm in the honors program, and I have such a good scholarship, it's probable that I'll end up going to Ohio. It's really far away and scary and it's a state school, but how can I pass up such a good offer? It's only sensible. And I'll get to see Allie at the Michigan-Ohio football games (although we've decided that we won't actually go to the game), so at least I won't be completely alone in the world. And I guess it'll be nice to get away and be on my own for real. I'll be an adult. What is even going on.
UGH Dad is sitting on the couch eating nuts and trying to hold a conversation with Mom and Kitty about dance and cheerleading and stuff. I have never heard anyone eat so loudly (although I have); it sounds like there is a train running through the house. Besides this, he doesn't understand anything, nor does he hear anything. I'm pretty sure he's going deaf, and he won't admit it. But even if he could hear, he wouldn't be able to comprehend anything but the simplest of subjects. "Kitty doesn't want to become a professional dancer," Mom says. "What do you mean?" asks Dad. "Can you repeat that?" "I don't have enough time to study," Kitty chimes in. "WHAT?" roars Dad, offended that he hasn't heard her properly. "Is this a special little conclave? Are you trying to exclude me? Say it again!" And so on, ad nauseum. This is why conversations in our house are so difficult. Dad doesn't understand anything, or else he'll just start talking about conspiracies (his new crush is one Bill Deagol, who is truly ridiculous and believes in electric auras, and who shares a name with Smeagol's brother who died because of the Ring), so nothing works out at all. It's rather troublesome.
I've been so exhausted lately. Am I burning out? I sleep a lot, or at least I go to bed at 1:00, which is not too bad for me, but I'm still so tired that I can barely do anything. My head constantly hurts (which is strange, because I usually don't get headaches), and I never eat anything anymore. Eff, I'm going to get fat. What to do? I think I may have a degenerative disorder. I'm almost sure of it. Oh dear. I will die before I am forty.
Wellp, it's been nice, but it's time to do my physics homework (since it is due tomorrow) as well as my ACE review for Lit. Goodbye now!