A Real Honest to Goodness (albeit short) Post
I am in the library and thus have access to the i,k,8, and comma keys, so I felt that I had to post something. I have a huge final (my very last one!) due on Wednesday so I am here studying and trying to make some sense of Paradise Lost by doing a close reading of one of Adam's pre-fall speeches, and well, it's just not happening. So here I am, spending one last night in the library, boning up on my English poetry. Damn, I'm going to miss this...
I now graduate in just barely less than a week. That's scary for some reason that I didn't really fathom until I picked up my graduation tickets. Then it hit me like a big, fat truck. I'm graduating. I have to get a job. No one is going to pay me to make snarky comments about Britney Spears. I'm going to be doing something that I probably do not like, but I'm going to have to do it. I'm really, really scared. Scared shitless, some might say. I'm have rendered to a whole big grab bag of contradictions--I want to stay here, but I also want to leave...I want to spend my days writing, but I also want to eat...I want to be married, but I also just want to have some time to myself to just think about what predicaments I've gotten myself into. Ho hum.
But there are all these things to do, and I just can't breathe anymore, you know? All of a sudden I have to send out wedding invitations and make appointments, and call caterers (again) and be friendly to my family and pretend that I don't see the irony in making my wedding all about the wishes of other people. Sigh.
Well, I should go. Milton awaits. And I imagine Milton as a really impatient, testy guy who just can't stand waiting.
Oh, one last thing. Have you seen Ashlee Simpson's hair? Oh, it's wretched. Just when she had almost endeared herself to me in that I-feel-sorry-for-you-because-your-dad-is-stuck-so-far-in-the-closet-that-he's-finding-old-Christmas-ornaments way, she goes and gets this blonde blunt cut which just has to be the work of Book IV Satan (the smarmy, shape-shifting one for those of you not into the Miltmeister). So now I'm mad at her, and refuse to watch any more episodes of her show, no matter how bored I am or how much housework I'm trying to escape.
Oh, and...God, I really need to go. More later.
I now graduate in just barely less than a week. That's scary for some reason that I didn't really fathom until I picked up my graduation tickets. Then it hit me like a big, fat truck. I'm graduating. I have to get a job. No one is going to pay me to make snarky comments about Britney Spears. I'm going to be doing something that I probably do not like, but I'm going to have to do it. I'm really, really scared. Scared shitless, some might say. I'm have rendered to a whole big grab bag of contradictions--I want to stay here, but I also want to leave...I want to spend my days writing, but I also want to eat...I want to be married, but I also just want to have some time to myself to just think about what predicaments I've gotten myself into. Ho hum.
But there are all these things to do, and I just can't breathe anymore, you know? All of a sudden I have to send out wedding invitations and make appointments, and call caterers (again) and be friendly to my family and pretend that I don't see the irony in making my wedding all about the wishes of other people. Sigh.
Well, I should go. Milton awaits. And I imagine Milton as a really impatient, testy guy who just can't stand waiting.
Oh, one last thing. Have you seen Ashlee Simpson's hair? Oh, it's wretched. Just when she had almost endeared herself to me in that I-feel-sorry-for-you-because-your-dad-is-stuck-so-far-in-the-closet-that-he's-finding-old-Christmas-ornaments way, she goes and gets this blonde blunt cut which just has to be the work of Book IV Satan (the smarmy, shape-shifting one for those of you not into the Miltmeister). So now I'm mad at her, and refuse to watch any more episodes of her show, no matter how bored I am or how much housework I'm trying to escape.
Oh, and...God, I really need to go. More later.
posted by Southern Belle at 7:19 PM
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