GREeeeekkkkk
Tomorrow I take the GRE and I am super unprepared. I know that I'm going to do pretty dismally, especially on math. Whenever I take out the practice materials, I go through about 5 and then realize I have no idea what's going on and that I am a moron. So tomorrow is the day I will offically kiss my grad school opportunities goodbye...once they see my true lack of inner resources/innate intelligence, they won't care that I have a 3.5 GPA. In fact, they'll probably think I'm a lousy cheat.
So this whole stinking spring break has been spent writing papers and dealing with my grieving mother and all the family intricacies. I freaked out on Tuesday and decided to sell every Kate Spade bag I own in order to pay for an apartment in NYC. When that was a woefully inadequate sum, I decided to throw in every coat I ever owned, jewelry I don't wear, and my Epiphone guitar. We'll see if I ever put this shit on Ebay. In any case, it doesn't look like i'll get my nose done or go to Lousiana. I had better just stop buying useless shit while I'm ahead. No more nailpolish or shoes, eyeshadow or tabloids. *sigh*
I did get to see Stephie for a bit on her birthday though, and Mark and I met Francois for dinner in the city yesterday after going to a Rubens exhibit at the Met. So that was fun and relaxing. I've written my bipolar analysis and my Shakespeare paper and read "Christabel" (Coleridge, I know you were actually on crack, but really, you're on crack and I love you)...now all that's left is starting the third chapter of my thesis. This has been the most un-vacation vacation ever. I need a break from it. I hate all my professors who assign obscene amounts of work over a time that is supposed to be a respite from work. Fuckers.
So this whole stinking spring break has been spent writing papers and dealing with my grieving mother and all the family intricacies. I freaked out on Tuesday and decided to sell every Kate Spade bag I own in order to pay for an apartment in NYC. When that was a woefully inadequate sum, I decided to throw in every coat I ever owned, jewelry I don't wear, and my Epiphone guitar. We'll see if I ever put this shit on Ebay. In any case, it doesn't look like i'll get my nose done or go to Lousiana. I had better just stop buying useless shit while I'm ahead. No more nailpolish or shoes, eyeshadow or tabloids. *sigh*
I did get to see Stephie for a bit on her birthday though, and Mark and I met Francois for dinner in the city yesterday after going to a Rubens exhibit at the Met. So that was fun and relaxing. I've written my bipolar analysis and my Shakespeare paper and read "Christabel" (Coleridge, I know you were actually on crack, but really, you're on crack and I love you)...now all that's left is starting the third chapter of my thesis. This has been the most un-vacation vacation ever. I need a break from it. I hate all my professors who assign obscene amounts of work over a time that is supposed to be a respite from work. Fuckers.