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That giant sucking sound.

...is my life right now. I could spin you a Viking-style heroic epic about how much I hate Sequence Stratigraphy and the final (team) project that's involved. But I won't, because screaming about it has the effect of just making me more depressed and angry.

At lunch today, I got to have a delicious piece of triple berry pie. Then one forkful of it scooted off my plate and managed to put a purple smear down the front of my fleecy vest and on both legs of my pants.

The above is a reasonable metaphor (in keeping with my current opinion of my own writing skills, really) for the day I had. I found out that I got one of the highest scores on the petrology midterm (Dr. Budd only just finished grading them) back in October. This good news was promptly shat upon by a rejection letter from Williams.

I still have no summer job lined up. I've got a whole lot of maybe, which I'm beginning to realize is worth exactly jack squat. So I may be making lattes or doing something equally unhelpful for my resume. This gives me all sorts of warm fuzzies thinking about my eventual chances at landing a job. If I make it through grad school.

And some other stuff. Whine, whine, whine.

Wine. That sounds like a lovely idea.


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Dec. 7th, 2010 04:26 am (UTC)
You can always stop by and have me make you a martini, or a margarita or something. I'm within a good brisk drunken walk of you.

Things will turn around. If anything you and I can make lattes together and mock the hipsters and suits who cannot fathom life without their carmel macchiatos. ^_~
Dec. 7th, 2010 09:49 am (UTC)
I prescribe wine. Lots of it.

Dec. 7th, 2010 10:12 am (UTC)
Sounds like one of those shit days, I'm having one of those today, so I know the feeling. Summer is still far off, so I'm crossing fingers that you'll get a decent resume-worthy job yet...
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