"Tick tick tock it's a quarter to two, And I'm done, I'm hanging up on you"

I was going to write a blog post about Harriet Mier's withdrawing but then I realized you could just go here and read something intelligent about it...Plus, intelligent posts are just not how I roll...Anyway, I decided I'd would rather talk about my interview (read: talk about myself).

It went spectacular and now I'm just waiting for a call. It's been a little more then 24 hours since the interview ended and I'm a mess waiting. It's like the stress of waiting for a guy to call after a great date multiplied infinitly.

I usually put my cell phone on vibrate and throw it in my purse and forget about it for the entire day-if I feel my purse vibrate I might check out who's calling. Today, my cell phone is in my pocket and everytime it rings I prepare to rush out of class/the library in order to answer it. I'm listening to "Hung Up" by Madonna on repeat and I'm not really sure if it's helping my demeanor or making me more anxiety stricken. The consequence of this OCD indulgence is that I'm walking around the law school singing:

Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I'm hung up on you
Waiting for your call
Baby night and day
I'm fed up
I'm tired of waiting on you

Time goes by so slowly for those who wait
No time to hesitate
Those who run seem to have all the fun
I'm caught up
I don't know what to do

Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
I don't know what to do

Yeah, I'm officially a weirdo. The sick part is that this song applies an aspect of my personal life too, and I'm not really sure if the it's become my new obsession because of the interview stuff, boy stuff, or both.