post grad angst

I'm feeling the post-grad angst that results from not immediately utilizing whatever I've learned from the last four years (what did I learn?) and/or not embarking on what you would call a stable career. Whatever. Here are some things that have happened to me this month.

• The A team won regionals! Such an exciting game. We won in overtime with Andy's sudden death goal. Then I proceeded to watch them guzzle cheap beer out of a rusty trophy. The boys are going to Nationals and I'm going along with them as their personal trainer (hah). We're leaving next week.
• I finished all my undergraduate courses ever. Hooray. Obviously that was worth commemorating with an outfit of the day photo and sixteen straight hours of uninterrupted sleep.
• Been spending a lot of time going to LA trying to adopt a dog. That didn't go so well, and I'm convinced I'm not supposed to get a dog. I guess it's like Shannon says. "You know you've made it somewhere when you finally get a dog. You're never leaving there." Guess my little furry buddy will have to wait until I move to the UK forever.
• Had a good Saturday in Beverly Hills while Udi gave us the mini TMZ tour. We found Sur and Pump and are planning our trashy bar crawl through WeHo. 

the almost grad

So I haven't been blogging, and I know why. My lovely friend Anna bought me a journal for Christmas and honestly, it's been consuming whatever discombobulated thoughts enter my mind and getting fat off of the chaos that regularly invades my brain. A lot of it is way too unorganized to put here, and that's okay. I've been really into it because it's also an outlet for me to put my drawings and doodles in. Lately, I've been illustrating more for the New University and it makes me genuinely happy to see it in print and having people tell me they enjoy them. Maybe I'll start posting them here?

Continuing from where I left off some odd two months ago is kind of interesting to me. In retrospect, I'm not sure how I've been surviving this quarter. It started off fantastic. This is the one quarter in all my years attending university that I felt genuinely excited to be in class (first year doesn't count because I think most of the "excitement" was fear). Whether or not that initial glee was perfect dosage of caffeination or the actual content of the class is debatable because that excitement lasted maybe three weeks. There has been so much happening outside of lecture that makes me feel not exactly happy, but just the right amount of uncomfortable. So many good things happened, and so many not so good things happened. I'm more worried than ever about leaving my bubble of undergradness and trying to not suck as an adult in the real world. Thooooough, maybe nothing actually matters because our perception of reality is wrong and everything is a product of our consciousness keeping us all from actually seeing truth (taking a class with Donald Hoffman and it's my favorite class and he's giving a TED talk next month or so -fangirling-).

Oh and I turned twenty-two sometime around the beginning of this month and was embarrassing in public. But I didn't sing the damn Tswizzle song. I've also been using my instax camera a bit more. It's nice to have photos on your computer and phone and all, but physical print and paper make me happy in ways I can't explain.