So in the passed 3 weeks, I've met with all of my key profs regarding grad school. The verdict?

I'm selling myself short, they say. Apply to top schools b/c I've got "the stuff." Whatever that means. Truth be told, my spirits have been bouyed, and I am feeling much more confident about the whole application process.

But the Ivies? Good Gawd, my brain just shivered...

I've decided that new girl at work, Kimberlee, is a cool chick. Today, she told me stories about her dogs, all of which have endured rather traumatic K9 experiences:

A) Siberian Husky: hit by a car and has second hole punctured into anus

B) Boxer: swipes at squirrel on other side of window and tears ligaments in paw

C) Boston Terrier: 1) Eyeball catches on bicycle pedal. Same night, eyeball punctured during scuffle with other dog. Vet removes eyeball. 2) Chases after cat into nearby carwash. Picked up by Mexican lawn service truck. Jumps from truck & runs to Galveston (2 hours from home). Survives 1 week out in stormy weather. Gets picked up by SPCA. Deemed "unadoptable" due to tempermental behavior. Scheduled to be put down in 3 days. 1 day before D Day, Kim & family come to rescue!

Moral of the story(ies): Kimberlee's dogs need a hug.

I ordered this bumpersticker:


And this button:


It's been a week. When will they come? =(
[[Merchandise courtesy of www.seeyageorge.com]]

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