everything's coming up Millhouse!

The past couple months have been a little stressful, what with J & me applying to school, and me starting a new job, and J starting a new job and then quitting its evil influence that very same day, and both of us having almost daily aneurisms at the thought of not getting into school this fall or getting into schools in far-apart cities or, perhaps worst of all, only one of us getting in at all. Well, I’m not sure there’s a Greater Power anywhere—and if there is I’m not entirely convinced that he isn’t just a big cosmic sonnuvabitch with a wicked, though not entirely unfunny, sense of humor—but if there is, something has definitely swayed him in our favor. I don’t know if it was our parents’ desperate prayers or our incessant whining or just plain dumb luck, but things have turned out very well. To summarize our recent fortune: J got into NYU and got a job working in public television, and I got into Columbia.

Now we’re both employed, both going to school in the same city this fall, and both sporting giant goofy grins. After I discovered the admissions notification in my inbox the other night, we spent the better part of the next four hours popping M&Ms and jumping excitedly around the living room squealing, “New York! New York!” and “Wheeeeee!” and “More candycandycandy!” We forced ourselves into bed at eleven, but stayed awake to bask in our joy and let our sugar-high temper. The following morning, the six-thirty alarm only reminded me of my good mood, and all day I’ve been secretly researching student housing, tuition, classes, and summer programs.

Wow. Tuition is expennnsiiiive. And the rent quotes on the housing page almost killed my spirit. I feel another aneurism coming on…

Aaaahhh, it feels so good.