( CFP: Martyred Bodies and Religious Communities )

makes me SO HAPPY. I don't care if it's a Postal Service rip off or whatever. I don't care if I'm the last person on earth to know about it. I don't care.

Also, John Mayer's "Who Says" makes me miss California.

3 out 8 submitted. Still waiting on UCSB to update the supplemental info page. I hope UPS didn't fail me.

Four due on Tuesday, one due much, much later but will be submitted with the rest.

SO. EXCITED. But also, SO. CONFLICTED.

Sitting at Saxby's in Philly, working on my SOP. Getting distracted, so thought I might post my most recent finished object. I'm absurdly proud of it. Pics under the cut!

The color is a little funky in these photos, but you get the idea...


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The GradCafe and applyingtograd are going to drive me insane.  It's like College Confidential all over again ( Read more... )

Completely messed up my SOP.  Too narrative-y, too conversational, too specific, too stuffed with names, too bleh.  Why did I send it off?  One prof has responded (one week later) with a lot of very, very critical comments.  No smiles in there.  Ugh ( Read more... )

The day has finally come.

I can no longer access databases through Berkeley's library.

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW?

Real journaling is saving my life.  Things are pretty hard right now, but I'm finding that writing is giving me the most incredible clarity.  Yeah yeah yeah, you've been doing it for years.  It got me through middle school, too.  I'm going back to it in a major way.  I love 2 am.

Here is my big breakthrough: I need to be happy and satisfied in order ( Read more... )

Lolcat acceptance/rejection letters.  Send 1 in 1,000.  No one will know.  And someone will win.  BIG TIME.

Ceiling catz at harvard regretz to inform u dat you have not been admitted to our university dis year.  There were TONZ of cualified kittehz, and u were not 1 of dem.  kthanxbai.

luv,
harvard ceiling catz.   (btw, we b judging u and find u

The Boneyard Shawl is going very well, thankyouverymuch.  I think it's going to be Dear Boyfriend's birthday present, despite the sweater curse.  I think we can work it out.

Two Illustrious Professors (rather, one Illustrious Professor and one not so illustrious but very Lovely Nonetheless Professor) have responded quite favorably to my request.  ( Read more... )