Frith may have made it, but Fiver found it.

Yesterday evening was a nice surprise. I was listening to Rene and Georgette Magritte With Their Dog After the War and noticing the pink haze hanging around the metroplex like some post-apocalyptic Hardware-esque setting.

And D sent me a text message, "You got a big envelope from [redacted]." I didn't want to get my hopes up, as this particular university had told me that if they accepted me, they'd call and I'd have to decide right then and pay a $900 deposit within 24 hrs. Maybe they do that if it gets really late in the game, or perhaps it's a severe weeding out process, who knows.

I certainly still wouldn't mind moving to Boston, should that be the case, and I guess I have to wait to see what the financial aid offers look like? But without a doubt, it'd be pretty hard to turn this place down, considering its ranking and reputation! They have something like a 21% acceptance rate and their International Law program is #5 in the country (ahead of Yale, Berkeley and Stanford, hee hee). Also, it's twenty minutes from here, which is neat. (You know, for when they want to invite me to dinner.)

And if I save up my pennies in a jar, I could actually maybe finally see these guys play! (Assuming they're still together...) Mostly that's my excuse to post this song, I think it's a fabulous Friday song.