Words I hate and a few things I don't hate
Tomorrow I graduate. There will be pictures galore, unlike previous graduations. The number goes down each time.
There are some of high school, but none of the actual ceremony. There are about four of my Bachelor's. For my Master's? ONE. ONE SINGLE PICTURE. It's not even the professional one, either. My parents both decided I looked too awful in that one to bother ordering prints. The one we have is a picture of me hugging my mom, and it's very sweet except that you can only see my back.
So this time, BETTER PHOTOS.
Also, I HATE the term "nesting". I hate it when pregnant women talk about "nesting" instincts. I don't know why but I fucking HATE that term. I mean, truly, it makes my teeth grind. I hate it as much as I hate it when my mom uses the phrase "hunker down".
But whatever. You know why I'm all whatever? Because tomorrow I graduate.
There are some of high school, but none of the actual ceremony. There are about four of my Bachelor's. For my Master's? ONE. ONE SINGLE PICTURE. It's not even the professional one, either. My parents both decided I looked too awful in that one to bother ordering prints. The one we have is a picture of me hugging my mom, and it's very sweet except that you can only see my back.
So this time, BETTER PHOTOS.
Also, I HATE the term "nesting". I hate it when pregnant women talk about "nesting" instincts. I don't know why but I fucking HATE that term. I mean, truly, it makes my teeth grind. I hate it as much as I hate it when my mom uses the phrase "hunker down".
But whatever. You know why I'm all whatever? Because tomorrow I graduate.