1. Finally! I’m graduating! The moment I’ve waited for for 16 years!
2. Oh my God. I’m graduating.
3. Okay, try not to panic.
4. Try not to panic.
(But resumes! And job applications! And loans! And!)
5. Okay I’m fine. No, this is good. No more papers! Ever again!
6. But…I’m going to miss college.
7. And what do I do in September? I’ll be…unemployed?
8. I’ll have to move back home?!
9. And apply for jobs?!
10. But wait, I finally have a chance to relax.
11. And read some books [that I actually choose for myself].
12. Maybe I’ll catch up with some old friends.
13. I’ll finally have some time to work off the “Freshman 15.”
(Or college 15-25, let’s be real.)
14. And sure, I’ll get a job. I worked hard to get here!
15. It might be difficult, but it’ll all be worth it in the end.
I haven’t posted in a long time.
Like, a long time.
Probably at least, oh I don’t know, 5+ months?
I don’t know why, really. I’ll try to play catch up real quick and then I’ll try to post more regularly. But I’m afraid of commitment, guys, so let’s go slow. Okay?
- I’m not a vegan anymore. I’m not even a vegetarian. Oops. I guess I’m technically a “poultritarian” but God, it’s so much easier to say “I eat birds and fish.”
- I’M DONE WITH SCHOOL! Just kidding. I’m not done. I did the whole Commencement thing but that’s such a tease. It’s like I have graduation blue balls (you know what I mean, right?). You get alllll excited just so you can walk up a stage and get…an empty…diploma folder. Oh. I’m done mid-August and taking summer classes. So I’m still in Boston. And it is hot. Really hot.
- I want to get a job after I graduate! Everyone laugh at that funny joke with me.
- I want to move to LA after I graduate! Okay stop laughing.
- I am slowly beginning to accept my inner nerd/geek/whatever(?!?!) and have been more open about being in an open relationship with my Xbox (like I said, commitment issues) buuutttttt I still haven’t come out of the closet and openly said I loved Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood and might actually try watching…other anime series. *gasp*
- I have a new arch nemesis: the fruit fly.
- I’m going to miss the shit out of Boston, but being on the top floor of an apartment, my unit is probably… 5-10 degrees hotter than it is on the ground floor. That being said…
- I want to marry whoever invented the window air conditioner unit. Okay, if they’re not around anymore, I’m sure there’s a relative.
I was never one of those kids that always wanted to go to California.
I never listened to “Dani California” on loop or had musicgasms when “California Girls” came on the radio.
I never had fantasies about being friends with the cast of Rocket Power or sitting next to Tupac singing “California Lovin'” with the top down.
(I did always want to go somewhere warm though–I have killer SAD.)
Anyway, so I transferred to a school in Boston in Fall 2012 from a much less expensive school in Rhode Island. Transferring was something I never planned on doing and I guess the confidence boost somehow made me think I could go to California in the summer for an internship program.
Let me add that “confidence boost” does not equal “enough money to travel” because I, in no way, have enough money to travel.
So at the end of Fall 2011, I applied for the LA internship program thinking I might not get in. The program was geared more towards film majors than lil ol’ lit majors like myself. I also was a transfer student without a GPA so my chances of getting in against my super-smart/snooty/rich competitors were pretty slim.
Until I got this email.
I’m pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to attend the Summer 2012 term at the Los Angeles Center.
Naturally I did what the only normal person would do: I danced around to “Club Can’t Handle Me” and called my mom.
I accepted the position, but I had a few challenges:
1. Find an internship in a place with mostly film and music companies and gossip columns
2. Find the money to get there.
I obviously got here, but it was a challenge with a few stories along the way. I’ll update more soon and post pictures as well!