I e-mailed Buffalo to see when I would find out about the assistantship, and I was told I was on a Waiting List. This is good in that I am not rejected, but the idea of being on a waiting list is like a sort of torture. A place they put people to intentionally tie their insides up into knots and render them completely useless because they cannot think of anything but the uncertainty that is tearing them up inside. And yet, it is better to cling to the waiting place than to have all of your hopes and dreams crushed with sugar coated meaningless regurgitated nonsense.
Meng was the one who pushed me to send a e-mail so I could find out more. He told me he was tired of my waiting mood. He says I just come home and watch TV shows on my computer using Tudou, and that there is no life inside of me. I told him that I was wondering how long I could keep up the charade of waiting misery for a free pass no questions asked TV watching marathon that has little to do with the waiting thing. Or maybe it does? I joked that there was no relationship between my increased TV viewing and the waiting, but in reality, I am sure there is a strong connection. At least when watching mindless TV, some of the uncertainty disappears.
But now I am just waiting...Still
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