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I'm not entirely sure when I went to bed last night, but it was way past my bedtime. Not that I minded, I just might mind when I hit my "2 hours left in my workday" sinking spell I tend to have mid-afternoon.
I've been washing my dishes with Ajax and I think it's eating all the flesh off my hands.
I need to start thinking about taking the GRE. I am going to figure out a life plan and a school to go to by the end of this year, and I'd like to be enrolled by fall of next year. More on that later.
UT, incidentally, is not an option. Of their creative writing MA applicants for 1999-2000, 300 people applied and 10 got in. I can't do those odds; I can write really well (my LJ ramblings are not an accurate respresentation of my writing ability), but I'm not published and my degree is in the wrong thing, plus I like to write semi-autobiographical satire, and I'm just envisioning them wanting more multicultural well researched lit fic. I'm a neurotic white girl with a deep and abiding love of southern food. So passe. Ah well.
I've been washing my dishes with Ajax and I think it's eating all the flesh off my hands.
I need to start thinking about taking the GRE. I am going to figure out a life plan and a school to go to by the end of this year, and I'd like to be enrolled by fall of next year. More on that later.
UT, incidentally, is not an option. Of their creative writing MA applicants for 1999-2000, 300 people applied and 10 got in. I can't do those odds; I can write really well (my LJ ramblings are not an accurate respresentation of my writing ability), but I'm not published and my degree is in the wrong thing, plus I like to write semi-autobiographical satire, and I'm just envisioning them wanting more multicultural well researched lit fic. I'm a neurotic white girl with a deep and abiding love of southern food. So passe. Ah well.