Having left my Macbook in Boulder, I'm attempting to write an entry via my BlackBerry, which thanks to its fickle trackball, sometimes proves rather difficult.
I'm in Crested Butte for a wedding this weekend and while my sister, a bridesmaid, gussies herself up inside for the rehearsal, I have retreated to the front porch with a Modelo Especial and a stack of potential grad school program guides.
I applied and was accepted to the New School several years ago, but sadly I used up all deferments and now I have to reapply...ugh. I have decided I will reapply to the New School and apply for the first time to Columbia.I briefly flirted with the idea of applying to a program in Chicago, but realized Chicago is not the place for me.
So here I am, beer in hand, lists of haughty professors and their equally haughty courses on my lap. And while I'm content in my current activity, I must say the highlight of the afternoon are the Crested Butte locals in their tie-dye tees, white socks with Tevas and cargo shorts...and the darling way they walk past me wave and tell me to have a great night...every single damn one of them. I wonder if they can tell I've been crying a wee bit, or if they know my heart is made of stone, or if simply, they're genuinely nice people. To keep up appearances, I've started to say "hi" back...but only to those who are free of white socks, of course.
xo.
Mandy.
2 comments:
You have the world in front of you. Very lucky...make the most of it. Before you find yourself 40 years old, married, with kids...
Yeah, make the most of it.
or worse still 43 years old, soon to be unmarried (adulterous witch!) with kids....
Mandy thatnks for coming back. I really needed me some Ms. Paunts this month.
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