I'm about to do the scariest thing in the world....
[i.e. Call GWU and say "Yeah, so um I applied there and I'd really like to know what happened with that so I can figure out whether to resign myself to a life of normalcy or not."  Or something to that effect.]

But why can't I touch the phone??

ARG!

Help....

[2 seconds later] --> AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I dialled the number I found online for the admissions office.  It rings.  And rings.  And rings some more.  [Hah, try to dissuade me!  I'll show you!  I'll stay on here FOREVER!!  Foreverrrrrrrrrrr.]  Finally, it picks up.  Eureka!  There is a god!!

"Hi, this is Marty Fehver with Combat Emergent Services. You have reached my cell phone --" *CLICK*

*Wahhhhhhh*  I'm afraid.  What the hell is Combat Emergent Services?!  They've probably already traced the call here.  Better lock the doors and get the shotguns out.  [Speaking of shotguns, my mother received mail from the NRA.  Something about a renewal membership, though she claims she's never had one.  Thus, she has rarely been out of my sight lately.  None can be trusted.... *Shifty eyes*  At least she hasn't taken out life insurance on me yet.]