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them: because i know it matters a great deal to all of you, i now report that my friend's mother informs us they were mistaken about the ages of the children in yesterday's messages. anastasia was born 1996; valentina, 1997; katerina, 1998; and sergei, 1999. (they've been at the orphanage apparently since 2001, poor lambs.) it's a good thing we got that all straightened out. :-)
me: thank you all for your sympathy in the wake of georgetown's decision. i'm actually far less upset about it than i would have predicted, which means one of two things: that i'm utterly exhausted, or that it was the right choice for them to make. i want the phd, but i don't feel like oh my god what will i do now if i don't get it, which is a decent place to be. so, it's a disappointment -- i'd have liked them to say we love you, baby. come home -- but not a disaster. plus, my three applications to the british universities are still out there. cambridge and edinburgh both required me to submit passport photos with the applications, so i suppose i should pin all my hopes on oxford, where they aren't equipped to reject me for being funny-looking.
leaving work in one hour to go curling! curling yay!
me: thank you all for your sympathy in the wake of georgetown's decision. i'm actually far less upset about it than i would have predicted, which means one of two things: that i'm utterly exhausted, or that it was the right choice for them to make. i want the phd, but i don't feel like oh my god what will i do now if i don't get it, which is a decent place to be. so, it's a disappointment -- i'd have liked them to say we love you, baby. come home -- but not a disaster. plus, my three applications to the british universities are still out there. cambridge and edinburgh both required me to submit passport photos with the applications, so i suppose i should pin all my hopes on oxford, where they aren't equipped to reject me for being funny-looking.
leaving work in one hour to go curling! curling yay!
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I dreamed last night that since my job search was such a bust, I was going to get my MA. My local fannish friend Cinel decided to come along with me to keep me company (she has degrees galore, so what's one more?). We had these bizarre art and history classes in Egyptian-style bulidings, complete with murals. An MA only took 3 classes.
Enjoy the curling!!! Curl curl curl!!!