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Rah rah rah. I'm still awake, having still not gone to the library to check out my reserve books and write a page response to a piece of art about surveillance or terrorism, because I am OBSESSIVE. OBSESSIVE. I just spent a ridiculous amount of time googling the phrase "Marshall interview" and reading every relevant search result.
Tomorrow I will be dressed as a centurion ALL DAY. Julia Davis has implored me to start dressing nice every day as practice for my interview, but that will have to start on Wednesday. Because tomorrow, I will brave the cold in lace-up sandals and a miniskirt while wearing a broom on my head. Halloween is the best ever excuse. Run with it, I say. To the library and the president's office (I have to drop off a copy of my Marshall application in the morning) and so on.
Tomorrow I will be dressed as a centurion ALL DAY. Julia Davis has implored me to start dressing nice every day as practice for my interview, but that will have to start on Wednesday. Because tomorrow, I will brave the cold in lace-up sandals and a miniskirt while wearing a broom on my head. Halloween is the best ever excuse. Run with it, I say. To the library and the president's office (I have to drop off a copy of my Marshall application in the morning) and so on.