Got home today after a long night of catching up with people... and also after multiple pitchers of Sangria... to find a GW Hominid Paleobiology small envelope on the dining table. It was a standardized rejection letter with a scribbled personal message from my prospective adviser saying that though they couldn't offer me a spot, to keep in touch.
Gotta say, it's TOTALLY okay. As long as we all make it on the radars of our respective anthro rock-stars, we're all going to eventually work with them and become oober successful in our respective fields of study.
It may be the pitchers of Sangria talking, but if you're driven enough, it'll all work out! Keep your heads up guys, it's gonna happen eventually. The universe isn't against us.