Cherry Blossom Prime Time

Currently, the Cherry Blossoms are at peak bloom. I don't need the washington post to inform me, I can tell by the sudden influx of tourists. Aaah tourists! What a breath of fresh air. Well in some cases. I can't stand their children on the metro train. The children are insane! They scream and yell and pick their noses. I can't tell you how disgusting that is. I was silently screaming inside.

The tourists dress in vibrant colors like yellow and red. Most DC commuters wear black which usually matches their mood. I am going to descend into the madness and visit the Tidal Basin sometime within the next few days. Wish me luck!

Too much stuff

I am currently in my office and concerned by the state of affairs. I can't walk INTO my office without walking over stuff. I have stuff on my desk, stuff on the floor, and more stuff in files. Good God I need to stop shopping and start filing.

My office looks like a cargo ship overturned and all the stuff that was supposed to go to TJ Max ended up on the shore. Lovely!

Pre-Ides of March celebration

I think we should celebrate the Ides of March. We should all dress up in togas and drink lots of wine. We should designate someone as Caeser and chase them around trying to mock-stab them. Sounds like a good party to me. However if you believe the news reports most Americans don't know what March 15th is and secondly they may not be able to figure out the time of the party because all Americans are bad at math.

I am American and fairly good at math but not good enough to get accepted to that PhD program. I am still annoyed by my rejection from the PhD program. I am dreading sending notice to the people who wrote my letters of recommendation. I feel like I wasted their time. Blah.

I feel like this really kills my academic dreams. I guess I need to work on a backup plan.

Angry, angry

I am so angry about my rejection from the Phd program. I have been so busy that I haven't had enough opportunity to really seethe and wallow in my anger. I want to go to their office and scream at them, Why why why! Perhaps, I will send them a kindly worded e-mail and ask to be waitlisted. This has just been devastating. My poor little ego has taken a cruel blow!

Rejected!

I was rejected from the Ph.D program! This sucks!

Have I angered the Gods? Have I sinned against the Laws of Supply and Demand? Can I have my application and GRE payments back? Damn you Admissions Committee! I am awesome! How dare you deny me my rightful place in the universe!?

I must regroup and then plot my biblical revenge. I am just kidding. I am just going to go shopping.