Due to recent facetious death threats requests that I start writing on my blog again, I have decided to get off my ass, by which of course I mean grab a beer (like a BRO) and sit down, and write for you people.  Life is so hard.  Speaking of life, I suppose you’d like an update on the severe mundanity which I endure on a day-to-day basis.  Here goes: 

  1. I’m graduating from college in 20 days.  
  2. I don’t have a real person job yet.
  3. Why? Because I’m not actually an adult yet, what are you people thinking? 
  4. No, I don’t want to talk about it.

That basically sums up the majority of what’s been going on. 

The fact that I’m graduating from college in 20 days is not filling me with the nostalgia that people so often talk of.  Partly because I’ve hated the majority of my college experience, but also because I don’t think I’ve fully realized what’s happening yet.  No, that’s all false. I’m not sad about it because the plethora of extravagant parties that are planned for before and after I matriculate.  And some of them DON’T EVEN center around me!  

I came home this weekend because I always do because my brother was DEATHLY ILL and needed mommy medicine, so I came with him.  I went back to my high school last night to see the musical they were putting on, which was super good.  BUT I SWEAR to GOD if one more person asked me what I was doing after college I was going to start crying to make them stop.  Crafty little me.  My answer to this question is always along the lines of: “I don’t know!” or “Well, I’m gonna carelessly galavant around the world for a little bit.”  I think this nonchalance concerns people.  What I really should say is “Well, I guess it depends on whether or not one of the 653584930- give or take- jobs I have applied to decides to acknowledge my application.”  But I don’t say this because while I enjoy witnessing awkward conversations, I feel bad when I start them.  

Another thing about returning to high school that I’ve noticed is that I apparently revert to an insecure teenager (as opposed to a neurotic young LADY) whenever I step through the doors.  It’s always really awkward to see those girls who go out of their way to display the fact that they don’t like you for no apparent reason.  This bothers me for about 10 seconds, and then I remember I’m pretty and don’t give a shit and feel better.