"We all live in a yellow submarine"
God, what is it with people? I created a profile on TheMatchup for shits and giggles on one very boring Friday night with my Wellesley big sis. And I added the tag line "No scary grad students need apply." Of the ca. 20 responses I've gotten, guess how many have been from undergrads? Two. Now, I ignore most of these responses because they creep me out just a little bit. Then again, I find internet dating super sketchy. Ever since I read that article about the girl who said she was 14, and met a guy online who said he was 15. And he turned out to be 25 and an axe murderer. And killed her with a kitchen knife or some other very convenient household item. Well, anyway, I figured, hey, most undergrads in the Boston area are busy meeting each other at volunteering positions or while picking their noses or something. All of which is fine by me, but it occurs to me that I'm getting these grad student messages because they think this is some sort of joke; but it's not. Seriously. I am not interested in anyone more than 2-3 years older than me, which I suppose at this rate, I'm going to have to start considering these grad students. Because I will be a college graduate. That is so fucked up.
I went to my interview today. I think it sounds a little desperate when you say you are available all day, everyday, even if it is true. Ah well, hopefully, it'll work out *crossing fingers*. I don't really like New Brunswick. It's kind of a gross little mini-city, but I don't really have much a choice...I just don't really want to go it alone. Isn't that the definition of my life? Codependent's national anthem. Whatever. My days will be filled with medieval tales and afternoons at Old Man Rafferty's or Marina's Cantina or the Student Center.
I went to my interview today. I think it sounds a little desperate when you say you are available all day, everyday, even if it is true. Ah well, hopefully, it'll work out *crossing fingers*. I don't really like New Brunswick. It's kind of a gross little mini-city, but I don't really have much a choice...I just don't really want to go it alone. Isn't that the definition of my life? Codependent's national anthem. Whatever. My days will be filled with medieval tales and afternoons at Old Man Rafferty's or Marina's Cantina or the Student Center.