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Mar. 18th, 2007 03:00 amIt's a bit odd not haunting my mailbox, waiting for the elusive acceptances. It feels far more than a bit odd being sad that for me, the limbo of the applications process is well and truly over. I've applied, I got my results, and a good part of my soul is still left for my supervisor or advisor to destroy as s/he sees fit.
I fly for my visits on Thursday.
My friend found a 10quid pair of New Rock boots in the second-hand charity shop down the street for me. I consider this a very good omen, as I have been going on about buying some for months but couldn't work up the courage to plunk down what is almost $200 on shoes, not even to treat myself, even if they come with a lifetime guarantee. The ones I have now are the orginals made in the 1970s, and on Monday, I will take them to a cobbler to see if the soles can be evened up a bit.
I fly for my visits on Thursday.
My friend found a 10quid pair of New Rock boots in the second-hand charity shop down the street for me. I consider this a very good omen, as I have been going on about buying some for months but couldn't work up the courage to plunk down what is almost $200 on shoes, not even to treat myself, even if they come with a lifetime guarantee. The ones I have now are the orginals made in the 1970s, and on Monday, I will take them to a cobbler to see if the soles can be evened up a bit.
