I'm about 75% sure I will cry. This will be a long time coming. Depending on how I get the notice (via email or snail mail) I will either cry at work in the bathroom and then quietly send my two coworkers that know about it an email. Or cry at home and show my mom the letter. In either instance I'm cracking open a bottle of Moscato, making or buying some cheese fries (like the fatty I am) and setting the table for me and my acceptance letter.
Then I'll call some friends and recommendation writers and thank them for always believing in me when I doubted (because they have).
The get on grad cafe to post my acceptance. Log onto google and start planning my new life in NYC or Chicago.