Gray Skies

I am feeling very blah today.

Blah indeed.

I have no job. I have gotten the first in what is likely to be a chain of rejection letters from grad schools. Proof that a ticket into elite financial security is not as easy as spending countless hours and $100 each on grad school applications.

To boot, I cannot find a professor who is willing to take on my research project that would be my senior thesis. Namely, I want to study gay space in the context of Kampala, Uganda. But the most explicative response I got was that such a project requires a strong background in sexuality studies, which I don't have. So there is not enough time to do justice to such a project apparently. Oh well... perhaps a project for graduate school...

The icing on the cake is finding casey's and my bike in the basement commons of my apartment building with the lock forcibly removed by pliers... Maintenance was painting and the bikes were in at the end of the hallway. Instead of sending an email to us to remove the bikes, they just cut the locks off. That's $40 down the drain. Thanks David Day.

I am not too entirely downtrodden. I did get into OSU's geography program. I don't know what kind of stipend I'll be getting, if any at all, but at least there is some peace of mind in that knowledge. Also, not working is kind of nice. I like waking up and not having anything to do but surf the internet ceaselessly.

Unfortunately, I can't afford to not have a job. Not that job searching would be fruitful in anyway given the increasingly piss poor shape of the economy. Oh well, I am going to Florida next week to bask in the sun on a lovely beach far away from the cold. I can at least be thankful that I will have spent 7 of the 12 coldest Ohio weeks in the warmth of equatorial Africa/Florida. On that note, I am off to pack my sunscreen and towel. Yes you have permission to hate me.