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[oceantheorem]

I am an idiot. I just sent an email to the three people writing my recommendations, stating that I was attaching my revised statement of purpose, and could they please be mindful of deadlines... and then I sent the damn email without the damn attachment. *bangs head on desk* So off goes Email #2, in which I apologized twice, which in retrospect was probably overkill, because I'm sure these three people have sent emails without attachments at least once in their lives, and aren't going to kill me for my oversight.

Alas, I think panic is an inherent part of the graduate school application process. I think "panic" is written in subliminally small letters on all the grad school websites and forms, and that as soon as schools find out you're applying, they start projecting radio waves toward your house that make you psycho all the time.

Screw this process.

Well. I'm not going to think about it over Thanksgiving. Jamie and I are going to Reno, and I can assure you that seeing my mother is going to be stressful enough without me freaking out about grad school while I'm there. And I'd like Jamie to enjoy the experience, even if I decide to kill my mother, WHO IS DRIVING ME CRAZY.

So. I hereby swear to attempt to relax over the weekend. Despite my building desire to murder certain unnamed housemates of mine, and the growing aggravation with the human race I'm feeling in recent weeks, I shall be calm and kind and try to purge some of my agitation from my poor system. I'm really glad I'm not consciously (is that spelled right?) in charge of most of my bodily systems, because I'd probably be shooting myself full of cortisol if I had control over that sort of thing.

Maybe I should drink more often.

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[knighteddawn.livejournal.com]

So, anyways, Marie and I are spending Thanksgiving with the Prigoones (a missionary couple from Australia. No, they don't celebrate Thanksgiving in Australia, and I don't think the Prigoone's have ever celebrated Thanksgiving. Ever. However, Sister Prigoone does cook quite well…)

The closer we get to Thanksgiving, the more I miss grandma. I miss having the entire family together and gorging ourselves on tons and tons of food, including 30+ homemade pies and 9 gallons of grandma-made ice cream. I'm really glad I got to spend some time with her learning how to cook a little.

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On the up side, Marie is a natural cook, and she can make Grandma's pumpkin pie perfectly.

[oceantheorem.livejournal.com]

I miss my grandma too. I know how you feel. Somehow the world isn't the same without key lime pie for Thanksgiving.

Have a wonderful holiday! Eat a lot, write a lot, laugh a lot!