i love deadlines.

i also love the wwhhooooossshhhing sound they make as they fly by.

as a student and as a professional, i've learned that deadlines are cause for mixed celebration … depending, of course, which side of the deadline you're on. they can be deeply meaningful: a demarcation of accomplishment, indication of completion, a moment to step back and reflect.

a job well done.

assuming that is, that you actually did whatever you were supposed to do.

and the truth is that even if you do the task, your deadline doesn't mean that the someone else on the other side will hold up his/her end of the deal.

speaking from experience, i essentially worked from last thursday morning through last friday evening to get out what i've deemed an "identity piece" for the organization i work for (which is the reason for the scarcity of posts late last week, although i know there is no excuse). it had to be done by friday morning so the printer could turn around a mock-up for me by friday afternoon and could go to print with it by monday and have it ready for the board meeting this coming friday.

guess who had it ready friday morning even though it entailed staying up most of the night?

guess who didn't have time to get to it on friday?

right.

wwhoooossshhhh.

but guess who will kick and scream and bitch out whoever need be to have this damn identity piece ready for this damn board meeting?

turns out that being bitchy ... i mean, "outspoken," has its perks.

furthermore, application deadlines and i have been going head to head. so far, the score is about even. and if by even, you mean i'm getting my ass kicked. i swear, if you can figure out how to apply to law school and business school at the same time and actually get accepted somewhere, you should just be granted the degree.

because the saying "this isn't rocket science" doesn't apply to this situation. in fact, i'm fairly certain that if i can pull this off, i will tackle nasa next. beware mars. nasa has never had an over-achiever like this one.

and so, i've made some deadlines. i've missed a whole bunch. basically, i'm not banking on any school to accept me based on my applications or accomplishments. at this point, i'm just hoping that someone will take pity on my soul.

a haiku:

applying to school
hoping letters do not read:
"dear debbie, you suck."

i know, i know. i'll probably end up pursing some degree or some combination at some school in some country some time next year. but the truth is that the deadline i've been waiting for is actually today. and no one told me, so i will miss it. and the rest of my life will be determined by the fact that i was unable to meet this one deadline. the destiny i am meant to have and the career i was supposed to fulfill will never been realized.

the next foodnetwork star.

someone else will become rich and famous at my expense.

wwhoooossshhhh.

i have always loved food. (my parents can attest to the fact that i have never, ever, been a picky eater. so can my pants). i have always loved making food. in fact, my "hobbies" as listed on my resume for every grad school read: cooking, baking, politics, blogging, and basketball. (okay, so i exaggerated about the basketball; but it makes me more well-rounded right? and we can only pray that they'll never read this blog).

i don't brag about much (riigggghht), but i would rock as a food network personality. i have the charm of giada, the waistline of ina, the bubbliness of rach, the enthusiasm of emeril, the ego of bobby, and the love for food of mario. and i have a crush on alton, but that's totally different.

i am not a food network groupie; i am the food network.

and so i'm stuck doing applications and working until whatever hour of the night on something that will probably get fucked up somewhere else instead of directing my own tv show.

my inability to do anything right as a twenty-something/nothing has foiled me again.