Fellmama

WTF. No one is sending me emails or updating so I can procrastinate! Get with the program, people.
Chapters written: three. Chapters remaining: one and one-half. Yeah, did I mention that four chapters became five today?
Hours remaining until thesis is due: 35. I am fuuuuuuuucked.

Also, I've decided to go to David Sedaris. I can do Latin on the bus, right?

First chapter of thesis = done.
Problem: other three chapters = not even close.
Solution? The Internet! Yes! Surely reading webcomics will spark my creative juices. That's the ticket.

Let the record show, Aspen, that it is 12:54, and I am about to go to bed.
OMG this is the best song ever. Okay, I'll listen to this first.

I passed my orals and writtens with distinction. This means, as Kyra so cruelly pointed out, that I really DO have to write my thesis now. Wretched woman.
Also, when I came home Thursday, there was a Dan on my couch! Then, yesterday, I went out with Ruty to celebrate and then had a Schwa concert that went quite well. So this has been a good week on the whole, if exhausting.
In the spirit of procrastination, I have organized my homework for the next week, done my laundry, put away my winter pajamas, and sorted out which books should go back to the library. Now, all I have to do is actually write something . . .

After some thinking, I've decided to go to Cornell. Lucky them! *maniacal laughter*
I actually WROTE some thesis yesterday; go me. Now I need to write some more. But tomorrow is now devoted to a hither-to unplanned trip to the Tri-Cities. Turns out Aspen "needs" a "computer" to "graduate." Pfah. But I need new pants, so it's probably for the best.
Also, I should probably read some Greek.

Well.
Stanford's rejection was very gracious, I thought, especially compared to Penn's, which wins the official WTF?!? Award: "I trust that you have been, or will soon be, admitted elsewhere to a university of your choice, and I should like to take this opportunity to wish you luck and success in your graduate studies." That alone is enough to make me reach for the tequila.
For those of you following along at home, I have been rejected from every school except Cornell. Now the question becomes: do I attend? It's a good school and a good program. I know someone there already, and she recommends it highly. On the other hand, it is not known for ancient history per se, and I wouldn't have the same opportunities for interdisciplinary work (read: employability enhancement) as I would at other places. Also Ithaca = the middle of Nowhere.
If I didn't go, I'd probably move to Seattle or somewhere like that and try to get a job. Then the decision would become: work on languages and reapply to other schools in a year or two with French and this year's grades under my belt, or give up on grad school and find something that is enjoyable and pays adequately for the indefinite future?
Also, I have done no work this break and will probably fail everything. Well, not really. But if I don't get distinction on my orals, I'm dropping the thesis. It's not worth the aggravation, especially given how wonderful it apparently looked to admissions committees.
It'll be really embarassing to have to tell all the professor types: "Yeah, I didn't get in anywhere but Cornell." You know they'll all be thinking "Then what the hell is wrong with Cornell that they let you in?"
It would be nice to have a choice, y'know?

Someone must be awake to share my misery.
This paper has to be done tonight, as it is due in class tomorrow morning. The other paper, by contrast, is due at 5PM. That means it isn't getting written.
Oimoi!

Note to self: View ye NOT kittenwar.com when there are papers to be written.

This is basically to show off my new icon. I got bored with all my old ones.
I'm still sort of reeling from the Cornell thing. It looks like they really want me. The guy with whom I'd be working emailed me, and he's supposed to call sometime tomorrow. I don't really know what to ask him; any suggestions? I do want to know some things about resources and library holdings, but I can't figure out how to bring up a lot of it without sounding demanding or whiny. Oh well. This is a good sort of confusion. No word from the other five schools, but I can handle it now. I would like to know about Stanford before I get down there, though.
I overslept this morning and missed Latin, and then I totally skipped Kyra's class to take a nap. (And do some orals reading. I'm not wholly a deadbeat.) Bad Mary. Bad bad. On the other hand, I don't really care, and neither do my profs, apparently. So . . .

There are some days which demand the wearing of ridiculously large hoop earrings.
Discuss.

I've turned into Angsty McGee lately, but here's another rant.
( Cut for those uninterested in what is whining pure and simple. )
Don't feel obliged to comment or even to read it; I'm just writing it here rather than on paper because I'm at the computer.

In other news, I had fun seeing Dianne's sister again this weekend. The Baroque flute concert this afternoon was very lovely. I also enjoyed playing Carcassone with Katie and Aspen tonight.