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oy vay.
for those of you who haven't seen/talked to me in a while, i figured i'd give a good old-fashioned update. i am still hurtling down the path of exhaustion, working all day and then working all night on getting myself into the kind of position where i don't have to work all day. know what i mean? in other words, i am still trying my hardest to get my ass into grad school by next september. thankfully this whole torturous process will be over in about 3 weeks. tonight i worked on the letters i am sending to get professor recommendations. all of my classes had 500 people in them...imagine how hard it is to make SURE that you have 3 ph.d's writing glowing reviews of your work ethic and researching skills...when they've never even met you. it's a trying expereince. i should have talked to more professors when i was in school. but i didn't. can't change that now. i am sending all this stuff out to 5 of them, hoping against hope that at least 3 of them will be feeling generous the day they get that huge maila envelope in the mail.
i also took the psych GRE's, which were a fucking blast, let me tell you. 250 multiple choice questions. 4 hours straight. i was glad when it was over. i won't know my grades for another 3 weeks. the only upside to that whole expereince was that after i took my test at rowan, i went to the dan den, where dan hill, drennen, and lauran flung open the door holding a sign that said "CONGRATS NERD!!!" and then dan popped open the champagne, and we drank mimosas and ate breakfast at angelo's. that was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.
most of the time i feel like either 1.) i talk about school too much and everyone is sick of it, or 2.) i alienate everyone because i am doing these ridiculously academic things, whereas everyone else is just hanging out, and they think that i think that i'm above them somehow (totally not true) 3.) or that i am just nerdier than them 4.) or i care too much about this, and i should stop being so neurotic about it.
but then they go and do something like that, and tell me that they're proud of me for not hanging out so i could study, and that they know i'll make an awesome professor, or whatever the hell i am going to be anymore. and they know i'm stressed out, and they still love me anyway. i need stuff like that. i think everyone does.
in other news, all my favorite fucking cds were stolen out of my car, when it was parked rioght in front of my own house. a whole book of 75 of the albums i listen to the most is gone. i'd like to see the look on that guys' face when he opened up the cd book..."what the hell is this shit?! who is rainer maria? jazz legends?? 69 love songs...what does that even mean!?" serves him right. there were probably 2 cds a guy like that would be into, and they're all scratched up. so there. i'm more upset about all the mix cds i had made, and also the cds people have made me over the years. i listened to them the most, and now they are gone. thanks a lot asshole, whoever you are. you really made my november, buddy.
ok well i gotta go to bed. i have another fun day at fleer tomorrow. i'm just looking forward to this weekend - turkey, friends, and alcohol. how can you go wrong?
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