<p>I would rather wallow in my self-pity with sad music than to hear happy music and think about how sad I am.</p>
<p>^ agreed</p>
<p>accepted would probably be finale to tchaikovsky’s symphony no. 4.</p>
<p>rejected. . .green day or the like</p>
<p>accepted: forgot to add Dragostea Din Tei [the numa song] ahahaahahaha</p>
<p>I will freak out if it comes out earlier than December 15th. I won’t be mentally prepared!</p>
<p>will you be prepared if the results actually do come out on the 15th?</p>
<p>maybe its weird but i feel like im mentally prepared now…</p>
<p>I totally agree with Fashion Capital. I won’t be mentally prepared for an early day. It’s much easier to prepare for a fixed day than a random, unknown day.</p>
<p>In no way am I mentally prepared now. I would probably cry either way if it came now.</p>
<p>LOL anon, just imagine you checking ur mail on some random day (before the 15th) and suddenly u see ur acceptance letter from Stanford…that could be sooo much cooler…</p>
<p>Ah crap, I am too much of an optimist ^^</p>
<p>I have myself prepared for the 11th. If it doesn’t come until the actual scheduled date, I’ll be a mess.</p>
<p>I predict Dec. 11. I think Friday is a good day to release decisions from an admissions office perspective.</p>
<p>“Smells like Teen Spirit” for my accepted playlist; and yeah, I definitely need to turn off the preview in gmail</p>
<p>Hahaha I agree with FashionCapital - I feel like I’m gonna log in one day and I’ll just see it sitting in my inbox. I need time to prepare myself to read the email.</p>
<p>Nirvana blows!!!</p>
<p>I just finished my playlists. A 15-song one for acceptance (consisting entirely of good dance songs, because that’s what I do when I’m happy), a 36-song one for rejection (36 because it’s my favorite number, full of flat-out depressing songs), and a 12-song “moving on” playlist for when I’m done with the rejection one.</p>
<p>I’m sure there’s some deep psychological meaning behind the huge disparity in length there, but I don’t know what it is. :P</p>
<p>its called the “you have a giant favorite number” syndrome…</p>
<p>personally i like “2”</p>
<p>Hahahaha, I think it means that you expect your sadness to outlast your happiness. Which I’m pretty sure won’t be the case. I think if I’m rejected I’ll move past the sad stage to the mad stage to the “I have to move on stage.” If I’m accepted, I don’t think I’ll register anything anyone says to me for some time.</p>
<p>We can’t neglect the thread’s stated purpose, guys!!</p>
<p>17 days, 1 hour, 56 minutes until December 11.
Or 21 days, same, until December 15.
Haha.</p>
<p>I’m dyinngg. It’s so close…</p>
<p>OMG. That’s basically two weeks.
OMG.</p>
<p>Elmo’s world</p>
<p>I love that 17 days is “basically two weeks” in our warped minds. Well, in your warped mind. In mine, it’s basically one. :)</p>