I’ve already lost the hat that I so smartly purchased, and this was the wrong morning to be without a hat. I am probably going to be reduced to buying an “I ‘Heart’ NY” hat from one of the touristy vendors by my office. It will probably cost $12. Yay Midtown-Tourist District. I’m at 52nd and 7th, so I’m mere blocks away from Rockefeller Center and the awful, awful tree (stolen from Wayne, NJ!) and Radio City Music Hall and the area is simply teeming with stupid tourists.
I really hope the MTA goes on strike because
a) It won’t affect me
b) I enjoy chaos (which is very un-Hobbesian of me!)
c) I like the fear-mongering in the media. Especially because it is also supposed to snow on Thursday
I am drinking disgustingly bad coffee that I bought at the kiosk downstairs. However, the bad coffee is kind of growing on me, and it does its job.
Also, I am a walking Ann Taylor ad today. Except for the functional footwear.
Apartment drama continues. I go back and forth between really, really wanting to stay in my place and wanting to just move and not deal with the increased rent/lease hassle, so I am making lots of phone calls and playing with budget numbers, and being all Type-A. And Brent would make my life sooo much easier if he would get over his “I don’t want to live with a girl” nonsense.
NYU: COMPLETE
Columbia: COMPLETE
U Texas: COMPLETE
U Chicago: COMPLETE
U Washington: I don’t think I want to apply there anymore. C’mon, what the hell would I do in Seattle?
Mystery School: COMPLETE
February Apps:
U Oregon: Half way done
Rutgers: Half done
Dallas: Not even started
But the December apps are in, the fellowship applications will be in by the end of the week, and I am basically convinced I will not get in anywhere, because Favorite-Professor won’t submit her online recommendations on time. Which is mildly ironic, because her stated pet-peeve is “Students who ask for extensions.” Hmph.
