Back to Life

On Wednesday January 11, 2012 at 7:42 PM EST I submitted the last business school application I will ever complete! Cue the "Hallelujah" music and release the doves! As God is my witness, I will never apply to b-school again!

Dramatic? Yes. Justified? Hell freaking yeah! As I come out of the fog that was application season, I realize that I have been at this MBA game in some way, shape, or form since January 2011 (actually August 2010, but not in earnest).  Hmm...let's see. It's January 2012 now, so that would be one full year of my life dedicated to getting my arse into school.  One year of GMAT studying, school research, essay writing, recommender prep, school visits, avoiding essays with hours of Bejeweled, and countless hours of worrying about NOT getting in.  Damn, that's a shitty way to spend an entire year.  Don't get me wrong, I am so glad that it all resulted in an admit (and hopefully a couple more), but on the real, I miss my life!  Like, my actual life.  I know this may be hard to believe because all I've talked about for the last year is applying to business school, but there is so much more to me than the pursuit of an MBA.  Not for nothing, but I am a kick ass chick and I really haven't kicked ass the way I like to kick ass all year.

Random Thoughts

Today is one of those days. It feels like there's something I should be doing. What that something is, I don't know. Maybe it would help if I took a shower and got dressed. At least that way I'd be ready to do whatever it is I figure out I should be doing, whenever it is I figure that something out. Senseless rambling. That's what I'm doing right now. In high school I would call it a brain dump. My brain dumps were actually pretty darn good pieces of writing. Somewhere in the middle of all the B.S. something intelligent would actually come out.
So I'm sitting here trying to put together an audition tape. I want to be a VJ. And I'm tired of talking about it, so I figure I should just go ahead and do it. Or at least try to do it. The problem is they want me to tell them about me. So I start to think, what is me? What am I about? And I realize I have absolutely no clue. Well let me not say I have no clue. I know exactly who and what I am and what I'm about. But actually conveying that in some meaningful way is a lot easier said than done.
I'm feeling really stinky right now. I need a shower. Until next time. Peace