A Soul-Crushing Work of Staggering Idiocy

Thesis: I am dumb.

How dumb? Pretty pea-brained, thanks for asking. It seems, in my attempt to accidentally-on-purpose miss all of the US application deadlines for grad school, I have inadvertently missed several UK deadlines as well. When I say “missed” I mean “I haven’t done a damn thing and several deadlines ARE IN A WEEK.” So my having missed them is only theoretical at this point, but is nonetheless a reality.

I have heard back from only one of my recommenders, which leaves me a bit worried. Is the other on leave? Ignoring me? Trying to think of a kind way to say that he can’t a) remember who I am or b) find anything nice to write about me? Are my emails being caught in his spam filter? So, you know, panic and stuff. Other than that, UK applications are pretty straightforward and, best of all, free. I do need to write a personal statement at some point (or rather, a 500 word personal statement and a 1000 word one…because universities are fickle) but I need to wait until I am in another time-crunch induced tizzy to do so. I wouldn’t even have requested recommendations if I wasn’t in a blind panic. (You would not believe how much faster and more fluently I write when I am running on pure adrenaline. It is a beautiful thing.)

Do you need further proof that I am not fit to walk amongst intelligent human beings? On this blog I have linked to the blog of one of the programs I would like to attend. And I know this and am making this post anyway. *waves*

Oh look, I used stars to denote action. That might be my third strike.

But hey, on the plus side I wouldn’t be sharing this if it were still an actual crisis.

Off to DC this weekend. I will (hopefully) be visiting the International Spy Museum, so maybe I will have some anecdotes to share on my return.