My Future Called...

Accordingly, the weather report says it's Bright -- so much so they recommend I wear "shades."

Wow, way to bury a pop culture allusion.

Any how, I was sitting at my desk Monday evening, just after dinner, and this arrived.

Fortunately, two emails arrived at the same time -- so, the preview pane was filled with some crap about Tigerdirect's 3rd rendition of Pink Somethings (another indicator of how bad holiday sales were this year).

I believe I exclaimed -- "Oh shit, it's happening." Or something along those lines. Took me a minute to convince myself I had to open / look at / face the email.

I'll be honest with you here internets, after the exam I felt a lot better about my performance than on our previous attempt -- but through the three weeks of waiting my confidence waned, then LSAC bumped back the "expected" release date until the 5th of January...

What I'm trying to extend here is that I was actually afraid of an email. Which is actually hilarious now that I think of it.

The 92nd Percentile -- welcome to the realm of the academic elite.

So, if you didn't get the mass text message I'd sent out -- or if you're not a friend of mine on Facebook, this is your official notice. Actually, this is pretty well moot -- anyone who would stop by here is either a friend on Facebook or saved in my cellphone...

Anyhow, I was in shock for about a half hour. Then we went out and drank from the Chalice of Champions -- literally it was a neon pink plastic cup scrawled on in pen, but it still felt special.

Went a little deep, ended up going at it until about 4 am, slept three hours on Meg's couch, then came home to nap away half the day -- two days before News Years Eve. I make bad choices, intentionally. =0P

Till next time, be well in all you do.
Cheers,
-Rys