hmmm.

So, this was supposed to be more exciting. I got accepted to grad school today. I don't have the official Graduate School letter yet, but I've got the acceptance from the University of Maryland's College of Information Studies. And I probably ought to call my proud parents and tell them that, but I don't actually know what I'm going to do about this whole acceptance thing yet - they make no mention of grants or anything, and if I'm going to have to borrow all the money I'm going to take a year off first. And I didn't doubt, much, that I would get in. So this is just sort of... I know I'm supposed to be excited. But the last couple months, every time I start working on a story, I realize that the character I identify with most is the one who's tired all the fucking time, and I have lost whatever it is that made me a goodish student once, and I don't think four months off is going to bring it back, and I don't really want to go to grad school but I don't know what else to do. And I realized this week that the only, the only thing I want to stay in this town for is my best friend. Everything else is a reason to get out. So. I know I'm supposed to be excited.