ziploc_ranger

I'm way beyond longshot, I'm a supreme longshot and I like to think I've made my peace with that. The key word in that sentence is "like." Of course there's always the chance I'll be a great heaping mess when final decisions come and I receive the dreaded, "thank you for your time blah blah blah blah." To be honest I'd rather them just send me an email that had a picture of the admission committee flashing me the universal sign for loser. Or maybe a nice Lolcat picture. At least there would be cute to satiate my tears. Long story short, I'm not really hopeful though I will certainly give it my all.

I want to go to grad school because I have no sanity left in my body and I need to seek out like minded individuals My only other option is to move to a tropical island and become a hermit poet. I'd also grow a beard if I could, but genetics has made that somewhat difficult, alas.