I've been having blogging anxiety.
For some reason I think that I am only able to write well when I'm feeling angsty and existential, which probably has some truth to it. I've been feeling cheerful and satisfied lately, so I feel inadequate to put something worth reading on the internet. However, I gave myself a little pep talk this morning, reassuring myself that there are, in fact, interesting things happening in my life. Like the fact that I've begun my third attempt to knit a sweater.
Okay, maybe that's not that interesting.
I'm starting grad school at LSU in the fall. I know many of you will be disappointed that I'm staying, but I decided that it was best (or maybe just easiest) for me. I was talking to someone I know who has lived all over the world and is old enough to be my mother, if she weren't a lesbian, about the fact that I've never been able to talk myself into leaving Louisiana. She responded, "As long as you leave in your mind, that's all that really matters," which I thought to be rather insightful. Ignorance is rampant everywhere in one form or another, but if there's anyplace in need of more people who are educated and open-minded it's Louisiana. What kind of person would I be to abandon the homeland in favor of Yankee accents and Ikea?
I'm going to dinner tonight with Nick's parents and mine for the first time. I'm anticipating that it will be the most awkward two hours of my life. I'm also, hopefully, moving into a new house in a few weeks.
We found a really cool, really old house in the garden district for a good price. I put in the application and deposit yesterday, so now I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that our slacker leasing agent pulls through and everything goes as planned. What's most interesting about this is that Best Friend Roommate and I will be going our separate ways and I will be moving in with Nick and my sister. This is such a huge change for me, and I'm a little bit terrified, but with change comes growth, and someday I'll be better for it.
(The picture is of our living room. It's a double shotgun house.)
school's out for summer
The papers and the tests are all over, and a phenomenon has begun which can only be understood by someone who lives in an area almost entirely populated by college students--summer traffic.
I love summer traffic. I love summer. But neither do I love nearly as much as being done with college. I've been irrationally anxious over the last two weeks about graduating, convinced that some unforseen disaster--a teacher on a rampage, perhaps, or a misinformed academic advisor--would crush all my dreams of finally being
done with English Literature. But I woke up this morning to find all of my grades posted, far from failing, and commencement instructions in my inbox. I couldn't be more relieved.
So Friday I'll be walking my happy little ass across that stage and getting my diploma. Don't I look happy? That's because grad school's still three months away. Just kidding. I love school...
interrogation room
Copasetic Fish cornered me in a poorly lit room and told me I had to answer her questions, or else. She's vicious.
1. if you could only be remembered for one thing, what would you like it to be?
Making a life out of helping others. And my mad dance skills.
2. what is the one memory that truly makes you squirm?
Junior high. The entire two years were nothing but a series of awkward events.
3. if five of your closest friends were each asked to describe you in one word, what would those five words be?
I did research on this: bootylicious, free-spirited, charismatic, caring, compassionate. Aren't my friends so nice? Accessory responses were: reckless, adventurous, dedicated, and activist.
4. if you could tell any one person a particular thing, what would that thing be? include the person if you want.
My grandma, that I miss her. =(
5. what draws you back to any particular blog?
Mostly feeling like I can relate to the person writing. I've scaled back the time I spend in the blogosphere quite a bit, so there are really only
two blogs that I read devotedly nowadays, although I still check in on all my other buddies from time to time.
So, if you'd like to be interviewed yourself, simply leave me a comment or
email me, and I'll email you back with five questions of my choosing.
I'm tryin to get rich 'fore I leave up out this bitch
Well.
On Friday I almost hit a pedestrian with my car traveling at a speed of approximately 50 piles per hour. Fortunately, my catlike reflexes and the unexpectedly effective brakes of the Suzuki Esteem thwarted disaster.
Today, I contemplated the possibility of making a ridiculous amount of money by putting pornographic images of myself on the internet and implying that I was a minor. As I am not a minor, only look like one, I think this would be legal, but I dismissed this idea when it occured to me that any evidence of this type of activity in my past may preclude me from someday running for public office, or even securing a job in the social services industry. I decided that I would make my fortune as a life coach instead. I'm starting after finals next week. If you know anyone in need of a life coach, send 'em my way.
