Haha, I defected to the lit/english board because I like their comraderie (and they're too nice to throw me out!). In other words, I totally agree Artofdescribing! We can be comrades, even if there are only two of us.
As for me, I'd sell all my non-essential internal organs to get into Brown. Or Duke. But seriously, I would totally lose it if I heard back happy things from them. There would be jubilant shouting and jumping up and down, followed by my brain exploding, then more happy noises and jumping.
Its all I can do to not check the results page every single waking moment of every day. I have to try and hold out ("wait ten minutues....or finish 5 pages of reading...then you can look!"). Wake up in the morning, force myself to read the BBC news headlines, then I can go look at the results page. I have also obsessively tried to construct some sort of timeline (i've got everything mapped out on my phone calendar). I keep checking my imaginary timeline and counting down the days til my perceived doom- it cannot be healthy.
Obviously, my fears and anxieties center around not getting admitted anyplace and having to pick up the shattered pieces of my hopes and dreams (ok, hyperbole, but you know what I mean) and figure out "what am I going to do?!". Dream: get in to any of the shcools I applied to, finish off my undergraduate studies, move to new city, begin life as grad student- yay!