What's this? A post? Whaaaaa?!?!
I miss blogging. I'm not sure why, but some vain little piece of me likes taking a little bit of time a few times a week to just sit down and write about myself. Okay, so blogging is more than that. I also enjoy the conversation blogging allows me to have with all of you. Despite my lack of writing, I have been following your blog religiously via Google reader on my iPad. It doesn't allow me to comment, but it does let me read, so I've been staying up to date, continuing to cyber-stalk the usuals: Allyson, Lex, Elisabeth, HayleyGHoover, etc. It's all good fun.
But, reading is not the same as writing.
Hearing the conversation is not the same at participating in it.
So, here I am.
As usual, I'm putting off homework. Only 2 essays and 2 finals stand between me and my college degree. Only two weeks! I'm this weird mixture of excited and nervous. On one hand, I'll finally be an adult! Free from homework and pointless assignments and hour-long lectures. On the other hand, I'll finally be an adult. Bring on the job search, the bills, the loss of direction and guidance, being fully cut-off from my parents, and working full-time. It's scary.
I'm slowly finding things to become excited about. For example, my parents are recalling the truck I've been using for the past 5 years and passing it along to their younger children. While this means I'm currently carless and will have to spend a lot of money I don't have on a new car, it also means that I get to pick out a new car. A car that will be in my name, in my favorite color, in the style I want, and mine mine mine. That's exciting. :) In the realm of new things, I've also begun the search for a new apartment. This is quite exciting as well. While I currently live in a small rent house with a good friend, I'm ready to live on my own. I'm excited to be able to decorate the place as I like, walk around naked when I like, take hour long showers when I like, and have as many people as I want over whenever I like. Despite the fact that most apartments that I've found will be costing me almost twice as much per month, I'm excited to take that leap into adulthood.
I'm least looking forward to finding a job. I'm slowly realizing that I did very little to prepare myself for real-life in college. I mean, I worked the entire time and have managed to maintain a GPA that is allowing me to graduate Magna Cum Lauda ... but, seriously, what the hell am I going to do with a degree in History? The plan had always been to go to grad school ... but I graduated a year early, and I kind of just want some time to think. I want time to pay off some of my loans and save up a little for more education. I want time to think about where I want to try and live, or where I'd like to attend school. I want time to figure out what I want to do. Am I still interesting in Cultural Anthropology? Am I interested in museum work? Do I want to teach? Should I just try to nail-down the boyfriend and plan on him supporting me while I write historical fiction?
I have no clue.
That's the scariest part.
Okay. I'm going to stop. I need to get back into the swing of this so that when I sit down to write things don't just explode from my head.
Until next time,