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with the end of the semester and all the application deadlines, i have whipped myself up into a mental frenzy. the combination of caffeine and strict deadlines has kicked my brain into a gear i didn't know it had.
this was great for getting my shit done. however, now said shit is done. all i have to do is wait.
i tell my brain this, and it doesn't care. it insists on continuing to spin in high gear, and since i am not supplying it with anything productive to do, it is just following its own tangents; this recently has evolved to be explorations of the 'what if i don't get in' scenario.
my overactive imagination has decided for me that if i don't get in, i am going to croupier school and learning how to be a professional card dealer. i am going to ply that trade on cruise ships, until i eventually meet a darkeyed buxom brazilian novelist, and we settle down in rio to raise a brood of brilliant and attractive children together.
anyone else playing the 'what if' game? what are your outlandish contingency plans?
this was great for getting my shit done. however, now said shit is done. all i have to do is wait.
i tell my brain this, and it doesn't care. it insists on continuing to spin in high gear, and since i am not supplying it with anything productive to do, it is just following its own tangents; this recently has evolved to be explorations of the 'what if i don't get in' scenario.
my overactive imagination has decided for me that if i don't get in, i am going to croupier school and learning how to be a professional card dealer. i am going to ply that trade on cruise ships, until i eventually meet a darkeyed buxom brazilian novelist, and we settle down in rio to raise a brood of brilliant and attractive children together.
anyone else playing the 'what if' game? what are your outlandish contingency plans?