The Final Push

Sweet Jesus, I am in the final stretch. I am about to submit the majority of my PhD applications online in the next couple of days. I have to tweak some parts of my statement of purpose (I'm on the 6th draft of the thing right now) and also, borrow the money for the ridiculous application fees but after that, I am done, DONE. Done until the thin envelopes or big packets arrive in my mailbox.

I'm excited, I am not going to lie. That being said, I am also very suspicious of my actually getting into the programs I am applying to. I am repeatedly preparing myself for complete rejection. Ha, that is also what I do in my dating life too. Just kidding. Not really. Maybe a little but not completely. Dating is a bitch sometimes. Except when it is awesome. Can we see I'm on the fence about this business?

I have one school in Southern California that shall remain nameless that I am absolutely COMPLETELY in love with. I visit their website practically every day. I drool over their faculty. I currently have a variety of books by my desired advisor checked out from the library that I pore over when I should be doing homework. Getting into this program would be ECSTACY. Not that I am putting all of my eggs into one basket, of course. Seriously though, I am applying to 5-6 other schools but this is the one I really, REALLY want. They have an online matrix of medieval women and their communities! Seriously, how hot is that? So hot.

It just feels really real at this point but it still is the absolute right direction for me to go in--I haven't been this sure probably ever in my life before about a particular direction. The PhD is essential to my self-actualization. I realize that I am condeming myself to a life of possible hardship and misery but this is honestly the most attractive misery I could imagine. I was trying to convey this to someone last night but I don't think my powers of persuasion and exposition worked on him about my masochistic love of learning.

So, wish me luck and academic success and send any magical faeries to whisper sweet words of intellectual nothingness into the ears of all the history graduate committees that shall be reviewing my application in the upcoming months.

Bacon Candy?!?

This isn't precisely a triumphant return to blogging and I have a lot more substantive things that have been circulating in my head for months now and have yet to make their mark on paper, digital or otherwise. That being said, I just had to share this link with whomever still occasionally reads this business. (I know there's at least on of you. : )



http://www.vosgeschocolate.com/product/bacon_exotic_candy_bar/exotic_candy_bars



BACON CANDY! Sweet Lord, I definitely had to post this link on a couple of my meat eating friends' facebook walls.

In other news, life is really good, if a little overwhelming. I'm looking at submitting some of my work to a couple of regional conferences, I accidentally fell a little in love with the discipline of communication and on the social front, things are pretty delightful . I am pretty sad about the television writers strike though because I do love tv a little too much.