NO SLEEP TILL RESEARCH PROPOSAL WOO!

Do you ever have a conversation with someone where you touch on various topics, and it's a really good and thorough talk, and you feel good after having it, and then you get an e-mail from that person and it's like that talk never happened? And it feels like maybe, just maybe, the conversation you had was with some alternate version of that person, because nobody could forget everything you talked about that quickly, unless it actually wasn't them you talked about it with?

This ramble brought to you by late-night school writing, and possibly too much Night Vale Radio listening. Last night I dreamt I was a Rule #63 version of Cecil, and when I woke up, my heart ached from the ferocity of my feelings for Carla, perfect Carla with the perfect hair, who smelled of lavender chewing gum and who sat with me on the hood of my car, our fingertips touching as we looked up at the lights above the Arby's...

And then I woke up and it was hot and sticky and miserable and not at all like the dry desert heat in my dream. And then I had a couple of hours of panic when I thought I'd lost my ID card, which would have been very double plus ungood, but then I realized that the last time I used it was when I went to the reading room at the library, so I high-tailed it over there and thankfully they hadn't gotten around to putting it in the mail to send to the address on it, so YAY.

Now I just have to finish this stupid research proposal, which is proving to be more trouble than I suspect it'll be worth. But apparently I've become so set in my ways that the night before it's due is the perfect time to be writing it, even though I spent a good part of last week sitting there thinking "I should be working on the proposal, I should be working on the proposal" and getting exactly jack shit done on it. This does not bode well for when/if I get into grad school and have an actual MA thesis to write. /o\

WAITING IS THE WORST

Welp, I'm done. I wrote the BA exam on Wednesday, but we have to wait till Monday for the results. Assuming I pass, the lowest final grade I will have on the diploma will be a 4 (the equivalent of a B). If I don't pass, the make-up exam will be in September, so I'm not going to worry about it until then. And today, I handed in the research proposal that's part of the application for grad school in our institute (our actual BA grades don't matter, just the grade we get for the proposal and the interview). The interviews are on the 16th, so I have a week and a half to read up on that and make sure I have more to say on the subject than what I wrote. According to the registration timetable, the results of the interviews will be announced by the 19th, so on Monday I'll know whether I should bother going to the interview, and, in the event that I passed, in two weeks I'll know whether I got into grad school. *nervously chews nails, obsessively refreshes results page hoping they'll get posted early*

In the absence of anything better to do, I think I'm going to crawl into bed and have a nap, since last night I got about 4 hours of sleep and I'm not really coherent enough to be fit for human interaction. Possibly later I'll see about packing up my stuff and go home tomorrow or Sunday, since there's no point in hanging around Wrocław anymore. I don't really want to go to my grandparents' yet, but there's nothing to do here in town anyway right now. Maybe I'll go see World War Z tonight, IDK.

Goodnight, listeners, goodnight.