Posted by: lifeisbusting on: March 30, 2007
I am drowning in my own thoughts and I’m so sick of myself I could scream.
Now that I’ve gotten into one grad school I’m reluctant to do any other applications. It’s not a bad school. It’s in Chicago, it was my second choice. I wouldn’t settle. I am waitlisted at my top choice and I’m [...]
Posted by: lifeisbusting on: March 11, 2007
No, not that big day.
But Friday, 5pmish – My alma mater vs. R’s one of the colleges where he played lacrosse and went to school/favorite team ever showdown.
March Madness is here.
And this is what we’ve been waiting for. R and I. For our schools to play each other. Football was never going to happen… although [...]
Posted by: lifeisbusting on: March 8, 2007
I stopped by my favorite supermercado when I got off the train tonight (there are at least 5 within a block radius of the Metra stop so saying it’s my favorite means something).
I got some cat food and was looking for bubble bath, which they didn’t have, when I passed a small boy – say [...]
Posted by: lifeisbusting on: March 8, 2007
I got the email for the $60 secret sale for Lollapalooza. I’m in the waiting room queue along with half of Chicago and half of Rolling Stones subscribers, I’m sure.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE let me get in.
Also, R is taking a group of kids to Appaliachian Service Project this summer and is getting back in early [...]
Posted by: lifeisbusting on: March 1, 2007
I don’t know if it has been turning 29 or what but I simply am run down when it comes to Thursday nights. About 3pm hits and I’m done for the week. Which sucks for my workflow because that’s right about at the crescendo. Oy.
I’m pretty sure I know why:1. 12:30 seems to be about [...]
Posted by: lifeisbusting on: March 1, 2007
to grad school. Well at least one grad school. My formerly first choice grad school. The only one in Chicago.
My essays feel validated. At least I’m definitely going to school next year – even though they are a little too detached for me.
I also went to an interview weekend last weekend at another grad school [...]