(Untitled)

[midnightglobe]

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

Comments

[anasella_emm]

i love this game and i've been playing it a lot lately!!

my back-up plan is to become a jazz singer and sing in smoky bars until a talent agent discovers me and whisks me off to become a modern day ella fitzgerald

my backup back-up plan is to move to austin tx and stalk the set of Friday Night Lights.

[anasella_emm]

rofl at your buxom brazilian novelist. cheers.

[midnightglobe]

i love your plan! maybe you'll get a gig on the same cruise ship i'll be working on, and we can reflect on our foolish academic pretensions over scotch somewhere in the carribbean.

[anasella_emm]

i am very much liking this plan. the singer and the dealer. they'll make a movie out of our journey. it'll be awesome.

Re: Yes

[midnightglobe]

i only know one astrophysicist, and he is not hot by any stretch of the imagination. but if one comes to my card table to gamble away his nobel prize winnings after discovering intelligent life someplace unlikely like washington DC, i will send him your way.

Re: Yes

[midnightglobe]

you know, i hadn't read that thing in a forever. i only just started using LJ again for this community recently.

that is a hell of a profile page, huh? maybe i should include a copy of it in my supplemental application materials.

[royalneptune]

I did this to death when I was applying last year. My brain was my worst enemy, I swear. I took up playing obnoxious video games and baking in an effort to make the time pass, neither really helped all that much.

I think at one point, when I got my first rejection, I announced some mad plan to move to California with nothing by one backpack of clothes, or move to Korea to teach English which is what EVERYONE was doing about then, but since I was sobbing hysterically into vegan cupcake batter and taking long swallows from a bottle of cheap ass wine cooler at the time no one really took me seriously...

Your plan made me laugh. I can't offer much by way of helpful suggestions to make the waiting pass, I can only say it will, and I hope your buxom Brazilian is waiting for you.

[circe_pleading]

I spent some quality time sobbing hysterically into vegan cupcake batter while pouring cheap red wine down my throat -- you're right, it does slow down the, "people taking me seriously" thing.

rofl oh goodness.

[royalneptune]

On the up side -- vegan cupcakes are AWESOME.

[circe_pleading]

I would have Isa's children, if she asked. Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World is an amazing cookbook...

[arnold_philips]

learn typography and create the worlds best typeface for reading traffic signs. ill have these mathematical algorithms for what makes a sign legible and ill patent it and it will be applicable to different writing systems and ill make lots of money

[midnightglobe]

thats fucking brilliant

you should write an absurdist novel about this, set in some kind of postmodern pluralistic touchy feely safety first 1984 paternalistic nightmare version of america. the typeface will be so perfect that even animals can read it, so the squirrels can cross the street without being hit by fat people in SUVs.

[arnold_philips]

yeah it was either that or superstar DJ

[questiongirl5]

yes. At this point I no longer even want to get in because I am so disgusted with academia, academics, and English literature.

I wrote a long poem about this after my psychiatrist put forth the question of what one would do if one graduates and does not get into graduate school. I felt she was screening for suicide. At the time I told her an optimistic "take more classes and apply next year" But, I will probably work as an editorial assistant. And apply to law school in five years or so.

I really plan to stop eating and become very depressed. Which will lead to
writing young adult fiction from the art library at my Alma mater outing everyone.

Or I will stay in school and finish my psychology major and move to the college town where my big university is located.

I may or may not start dealing drugs again which is another thing that got old and disgusting.

Also, I find if people ask you what youre plans are they are hoping you don't plan to kill yourself. Having a heterogeneous and sundry assortment of Plan Bs bodes well for me.