Buzzuh?
A week ago I was driving back from school, having just graduated.
A year ago I was scared to death, excited beyond words, and in a frenzy preparing to spend the summer in London.
Where does the time go? Seriously?? I want it back, dammit.
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I have kind of moved home. My clothes are unpacked, though my books aren't. We have a To Do list for my room. It is daunting, and obnoxious. And, of course, I will share it with you:
-clean off big desk
-destroy big desk
-clean off little desk
-destroy little desk
-paint room [and all the To Do lists involved therein]
-buy bedside tables, wall-mounted lamps, and a desk
-move room around
-get rid of half of belongings
-finally move crap into room
Alongside that, I am working on the job search. Job #1 (Prudential Financial, selling insurance) has yet to contact me about a second interview (fuck), but Job #2 (Tufts University, administrative position) is looking PHENOMENAL, and they seem to like me, and is much closer to my field.
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How did I get here? High school went by fast, but college went by even faster. It was a blur of red and blue and white, with notebooks and textbooks and a mess of paper. Throw in some booze, some sun, and some Cheesy Bread, and there goes the last four years. I feel so damn lucky to have had the opportunities I have had. The women I have met have honest-to-god changed my life, and though I might have said I would have changed things (worked harder, made Cum Laude, gone abroad), now I know better. These four years flew because of who I am, the choices I made, and the people I spent my time with. So, CHEERS to being an average student who didn't work all that hard, because it meant I was happy. And a royal FUCK YOU to anyone who says any different.
That was odd. This was going to be a short entry. So much for that idea. *zooms off*
A year ago I was scared to death, excited beyond words, and in a frenzy preparing to spend the summer in London.
Where does the time go? Seriously?? I want it back, dammit.
-----
I have kind of moved home. My clothes are unpacked, though my books aren't. We have a To Do list for my room. It is daunting, and obnoxious. And, of course, I will share it with you:
-clean off big desk
-destroy big desk
-clean off little desk
-destroy little desk
-paint room [and all the To Do lists involved therein]
-buy bedside tables, wall-mounted lamps, and a desk
-move room around
-get rid of half of belongings
-finally move crap into room
Alongside that, I am working on the job search. Job #1 (Prudential Financial, selling insurance) has yet to contact me about a second interview (fuck), but Job #2 (Tufts University, administrative position) is looking PHENOMENAL, and they seem to like me, and is much closer to my field.
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How did I get here? High school went by fast, but college went by even faster. It was a blur of red and blue and white, with notebooks and textbooks and a mess of paper. Throw in some booze, some sun, and some Cheesy Bread, and there goes the last four years. I feel so damn lucky to have had the opportunities I have had. The women I have met have honest-to-god changed my life, and though I might have said I would have changed things (worked harder, made Cum Laude, gone abroad), now I know better. These four years flew because of who I am, the choices I made, and the people I spent my time with. So, CHEERS to being an average student who didn't work all that hard, because it meant I was happy. And a royal FUCK YOU to anyone who says any different.
That was odd. This was going to be a short entry. So much for that idea. *zooms off*