There is no sanity level for this

I GOT IN TO OXFORD.

Its pretty un-fucking-believable... frankly I don't know what they are thinking. I wrote my application letter the night before I mailed it... and it sucked! I mean... do they know who I am? I can't even study properly, I can't go to Oxford, this is the most insane thing that has ever happened. My grades aren't even that amazing. I mean what are they thinking?!!

Okay, I'll admit that I cried on the phone with people. And yes, I have called almost everyone I know. Frankly I'm impressed that I have held myself together enough to eat and shower.

I have an exam in an hour. I must read my notes and pretend that the oldest and most respected English-speaking university in the world didn't just admit me to a masters program. Me! Masters! An MSc no less! Take that North American university system!

"Whoo hoo! I'm a college man! I won't need my high school diploma anymore! I am so smart, I am so smart, s-m-r-t, s-m-r-t, I mean s-m-a-r-t."

I am going to Waterloo next week, so I will be able to thank one of my references in person for the letter, since I'm sure that's what clinched things for me. This weekend I will write letters to my other two professors. An Harpo, I have to tell Harpo. I can't wait to see him, I can't wait to go, I am so excited I could... christ I don't even know, but writing an exam is not a good option for me right now.

Okay, must read notes, Oxford does not admit students who fail their midterms.