I applied to grad school!!!!

And then I threw up and cried a lot.

Ok not really. But I wanted to.

I sent in applications to Tulane and my alma mater. We’ll see who is stupid enough to take me. I took Nola’s advice and re-wrote my Tulane essay to talk about how much I love New Orleans and how I want to give back to the city that’s given me so much. Let’s hope she’s right about that being my ticket in.

But yeah, applications are IN. Done and done. Now I just have to wait. Wait, wait, wait. I have good company for that though. I spent mot of my weekend with the Scotsman. It was really nice.

I got over myself on Saturday and dragged my ass to ‘bucks. I conferenced with Chi-town and The One Guy and got my essay pretty well wrapped up and my resume done. The Vampire met me for coffee. I hadn’t seen him in forever so we had a lot to catch up on. He left to get ready to go out and I went home to relax. The Scotsman texted me asking if I wanted to come over. I headed over there and we watched The Last Waltz and some documentary on Wilco and continued to share music.

I get a phone call around 1:00 maybe? It’s the Vampire. He’s being kind of weird and let’s me go. I figure he’s drunk and kind of blow it off. He calls back an hour later and sounds bad. I ask what’s wrong. He’s stranded downtown because his girlfriend is crazy. So the Scotsman and I head down to pick him up and get the story. There’s not much story. She’s crazy and drunk and threw a beer at him and told him to find his own ride home. And he did.

I dropped him off and headed back to the Scotsman’s place. We stayed up until 7:00am. What the fuck is wrong with me? I came home and slept for a few hours and bummed around for awhile and then we ended up going out to get pho together. So yeah, a lot of time spent together this weekend. What does it all mean? I’m not sure yet,  but I’m just as curious as ya’ll are to find out.

I got an email back from The Crush today. It was adorable and gave me the sighs in a good way. Space Cowboy called me tonight and I broke down and told him the whole story. He had no idea. I didn’t want to admit to anyone that I left my heart get caught up in anything. I still have no idea what to do about it. I’m so conflicted about the entire existence of The Crush. Space Cowboy was a good listener and we commiserated together for awhile. I miss him. I feel like I’ve been ignoring a lot of people that don’t deserve it lately. Speaking of, my whore sister has been ignoring me lately. I’ma go call her and then pass the eff out. I am so relieved, ya’ll. That relief is slowly being replaced by terror. Yay!

I can’t believe I haven’t posted this here yet, but I love this song so much it hurts, right now. Add Jason Isbell to the list of musicians I am in love with.

Drive-by Truckers – Outfit