I am listening to my iPod, Just Because. Due to Jill-IAN’s influence I have plenty of Gin Blossoms. (As Long As It Matters will be in the my head the rest of the day). One of our favorites was of course “Hey Jealousy,” the Gin Blossoms song that everyone our age probably knows. When I was in high school, that used to be my “I’m mad at my boyfriend” song. It was only in the last couple years when I realized just how much I had been misinterpreting the lyrics, and also, how pathetically relevant it was to some of my MOs.  Oops.

(I just love talking about the relevance of song lyrics, like a 16 year old)

Today will likely be a busy day, which is good for distraction purposes, but then at the end of the day, I am still left without an answer from Libertarian Fellowship, and what good has distraction done me? Last night, I was hanging out with Jon and he was encouraging me to think positively. Which perhaps I should, because I DO have the credentials for this, and, as I put it last night “I have a Masters Degree from the University of fucking-Chicago! They better accept me!”

Yes. That. Before I went to grad school, whenever I would start getting mopey or negative about anything, my friend CK would remind me “You are going to University of Chicago. University of fucking Chicago. Fuck Everything Else.”

Which was generally good advice and my snobby Masters Degree has generally served me well. But I don’t know if that’s powerful enough to overcome my phone awkwardness. Few things are, probably.