<p>i dont like tebro. where has she been when we were all struggling through application material notifications, interviews, etc?</p>
<p>go away tebro! FLEE!</p>
<p>omg phil stopp, aim that dark sadistic stuff at mr. 60second, not at yourself. You’re cute, warm and fuzzy. Yes sir.
I’m gonna have some nighmares tonight…talking wet dishtowels and bones popping out. Ahhhh</p>
<p>ah, i want this thing to come now. i want a likely letter.</p>
<p>I do, however, have a recipe for poison cookies…</p>
<p>Listen you guys, I’m an alumni interviewer myself and the admissions office does not tell us when notifications will be sent out. My S’s interviewer told him he would hear by Dec 1!!! I didn’t post that information because I thought it wasn’t reliable and it would have driven you all nuts.</p>
<p>arg. tired. more calculus than I can handle. can’t wait until X-mas. fooood. </p>
<p>O_o stab you where? in the knees?! ooh–appropriate quote: </p>
<p>“My name is Edmund Blackadder, and I am the new minister in charge of religious genocide. Now, if you play straight with me, you’ll find me a considerate employer. But cross me and you’ll soon discover that underthis playful, boyish exterior beats the heart of a ruthless sedistic maniac.”</p>
<p>My hero! <em>smirks</em></p>
<p>And I was suffering and slogging and drowning my sorrows like the rest of you! And I refuse to flee–I read all of the AcaDec Superquiz in one night–I am invincible!!</p>
<p>I really want a concrete date though. This mid-december business is driving me nuts.</p>
<p>■■■■ <em>runs away</em> stop that tebro!</p>
<p>so the moral of the story is–tebro is wrong, ilcapo is right, and we will get them on the 13th-15th by mail.</p>
<p>Dear EncomiumIII, </p>
<p>You will likely get into Princeton.</p>
<p>Love,
Cookiemom</p>
<p>awww, that’s nice to whomever the third encomium is :(</p>
<p><em>sigh</em> I admit defeat. and I’m out of chocolate. not my day. </p>
<p>at least I can terrorize zante!</p>
<p>WTH!
What did I do to you?!</p>
<p>Take your 61 posts and get away from me.</p>
<p>zant - i told you, shes a nut job.</p>
<p>ive tried to make her flee these parts.</p>
<p>sorry zante. but your reaction cracked me up. :)</p>
<p>I’m totally remorseful now. :(</p>
<p>I’ll be good. Mother, don’t go. Please, mother. I’ll be good.</p>
<p>oooh! can I be a hazelnut?!</p>
<p>I am sitting here physically laughing out loud and clapping my hands at the computer right now. Zante v. Tebro is frickin’ hilarious. I love it. Do you two know each other? lol. It’s like a sitcom, only without the awkward pauses and horrible, overplayed laught track.</p>
<p>that sucks that we cant check online…</p>
<p>pah! I know no little 4foot asian, thank you. </p>
<p>You can’t be hazelnut, that’s my coffee. Leave my drink alone.</p>
<p>hahaha. </p>
<p>not at all. I’m just incredibly good at, euh, “connecting” with others.</p>
<p>pah. I am 5 foot, in sneaker, capitalist oink-oink! you have patent on hazelnut, yes? NO! I claim hazelnut in the name of Mao!</p>
<p>yea that doesn’t sound dirty and slutty…</p>
<p>well, maybe they’ll eventually make up. They might even trade fuzzy earrings, lol. (<—joke! zant knows I don’t mean it.)</p>
<p>hmph. </p>
<p>you know the z in your name stands for something Freudian. when I figure it out, I’ll tell you.</p>