2006-01-27 - 4:13 p.m.
I think this may be considered a little pathetic... but I'm going to go ahead and just say it.
I just read over the program descriptions at the schools I've applied to for grad school.
I totally have gone thus far without REALLY knowing what I will expect next fall (granted I am admitted). I think its relatively pathetic, but I DON'T CARE!
I am in love with the fact that I will most likely be in Iowa City for the next two-ish years. I desperately want to do the year-long program in Spain... which will extend my grad school experience to 3 years, I think.
But... even if I decide to not do that, I am definitely going to be living in a different country sooner rather than later. I've always wanted to live somewhere that I can travel from one country to another cheaply, quickly, and with ease. WHo gives a crap about the language barrier. I want to meet new people, have new experiences, and be at the mercy of spontenaity.
I think I just spelled that wrong. And I don't care.
January can't end soon enough. I have been working diligently on my Spanish grad school applications. They are almost ready to mail. I now must wait until Monday to actually get them mailed thanks to not having written my personal statement until now. HAHA.
Also, my internship at the Spanish magazine has been very demanding lately. I think I just wrote or edited over half the articles for the upcoming issue. It'll be nice to have those bylines.
I have never been more ready to move on with my life.
"Who says you can't go home?" is on the radio, and that's my current disposition. I want to get away from here - being anywhere near me. Because I can always go home at any time.
By the way... my sister's wedding is turning into a fiasco. But I love talking to my mom because she will usually have a new story relating to the wedding plans. Who can pull off a huge wedding in 5 months? Definitely not my family.
Anyway... Today is Kim's 22nd birthday - we are heading up to Vermillion for the night to PARTY! TOmorrow is work work work, the party through the night. Sunday is most likely work work work, too.
I'm taking the weekend off from thinking.
