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mmm, tasty.
Someone between my elevator and my apartment is having tacos for dinner. Damn, that smelled good -- nothing like the smell of that Old El Paso freaky-orange powdered seasoning to take me back. (No, really. I have no problem compartmentalizing: there's good food, and there's comfortable food, and often they're nothing at all alike.)
Now, though, it smells like someone's cooking fish ... or fish sauce ... or something that will probably be delicious when it's done but right now just smells sort of damp and grey. The sort of smell that makes you pull your upper lip down over your front teeth. But hey, it smells way better than the pot the folks down the hall keep smoking.
Several friends and family members have reminded me (and have I mentioned lately how much i adore my brother? i am crazy about the boy. everyone ought to have a brother like mine.) that really, on the grad school front, no news is good news. Take an instance: the first letter I got was from UCLA, and it said "Your application was reviewed carefully, and you were not admitted." (Side note: love that passive voice. You were not admitted, indeed -- you didn't admit me, you fuckers. How about a little ownership of our own actions? [g]) The second, almost two weeks later, was from Michigan, and it said "Unfortunately, we must deny admission to many students with impressive qualifications." Implicit: you're qualified, but we just don't have room for everyone. It's especially true of law schools, but of course it's true of academic programs as well: it sucks to be kept waiting, but as long as they haven't said anything, one of the things they haven't said was No.
Am cheered (somewhat) by this. I expect bad news from Penn, and this expectation is being frustrated daily. What more could a girl want? [g]
Now, though, it smells like someone's cooking fish ... or fish sauce ... or something that will probably be delicious when it's done but right now just smells sort of damp and grey. The sort of smell that makes you pull your upper lip down over your front teeth. But hey, it smells way better than the pot the folks down the hall keep smoking.
Several friends and family members have reminded me (and have I mentioned lately how much i adore my brother? i am crazy about the boy. everyone ought to have a brother like mine.) that really, on the grad school front, no news is good news. Take an instance: the first letter I got was from UCLA, and it said "Your application was reviewed carefully, and you were not admitted." (Side note: love that passive voice. You were not admitted, indeed -- you didn't admit me, you fuckers. How about a little ownership of our own actions? [g]) The second, almost two weeks later, was from Michigan, and it said "Unfortunately, we must deny admission to many students with impressive qualifications." Implicit: you're qualified, but we just don't have room for everyone. It's especially true of law schools, but of course it's true of academic programs as well: it sucks to be kept waiting, but as long as they haven't said anything, one of the things they haven't said was No.
Am cheered (somewhat) by this. I expect bad news from Penn, and this expectation is being frustrated daily. What more could a girl want? [g]
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S'okay. You've earned it. (And I appreciate it. So there you are.)
it's gonna be non-prescription pretty soon; can't decide if that's good or bad, somehow.
I vote Bad, because non-prescription drugs aren't covered by insurance. Of course, my current prescription plan gets me brand-name drugs for $25 and generics for $10, I think -- this was far more of an issue when I was a wee thing on my parents' insurance, where brand names were $5 and generics were $2.