Another adventure.

New York city, here I come. This will be the first time I get to see Chuck Ragan perform too. It better blow my mind. Another adventure. You better be ready for me this time.

A million character flaws.

Writing positive things about myself has got to be one of the hardest tasks I've been faced with lately. I can think of a million character flaws. A million things I've done wrong in my life. A million reasons why colleges should immediately reject my applications. But that's not what they want to hear; they want to hear the "good" stuff. The "positive" stuff. Damn you, colleges, for forcing me to analyze my life with a fine-toothed comb, pull out only the good things I've done, and make me sit down and write about it in a reflective-yet-professional manner.

I could have been done with these essays hours ago...

When the high is in the low 40's..

When the high is in the low 40's, it's only the beginning of November, and you catch yourself smiling when you walk outside still, you start to question your own sanity.

I'm really good at complaining.

Applying for grad. school has slowly taken over my life. My time is split between (1) questioning why I'm putting myself through this kind of torture, (2) trying to convince myself that Ivy League universities would actually accept a UNLV slacker like me, and (3) figuring out how to get through this maze they call the admissions process. Essays, letters of recommendation, statements of purpose, 10-page applications, transcripts, and the GRE's (again). And that's just for one school; I'm hoping to apply to 4 or 5. A certain university which particularly enjoys torturing their applicants requires that I list each and every textbook I ever used in college. WTF mate?

One thing I've realized about myself while going through this process is that I'm really good at complaining.