Fingernail chewing time

Into second semester now of my lovely undergrad upgrade year - all aimed at the coveted Master's Degree in Library and Information Science. The apps are out and we should start hearing in a couple of weeks if I'm accepted. Meanwhile we still have no idea where we should go. We have endless conversations with multiple permutations of possibilities and always end in the same damn place, with a tentative plan...so tentative it's like one of those wispy gossamer dress type things that Stevie Nicks used to whirl around in except somehow it's got the name of a library school on it but no, then it swirls around like a white winged dove and it's the name of a different library school and so on and so on. It's just like when I was on the edge of seventeen with dreams, me and rhiannon, that is...enough with the bad seventies perm shag flit down memory lane. Not a place I should be visiting again in this lifetime...so think I'll just get back to my fingernail biting and looking one more time at the budget that no matter how many times I look at it, still shows way more money going out than coming in...I say ooh, baby, ooh, say ooh.