My life. Your entertainment

Yesterday at probably around 12:15pm, I received my diploma, and received the title of Bachelor of Arts. I am officially done with my schooling, for at least a few years before I could possibly head back to graduate school to get my Masters (in library sciences-I am a geek-see:blog).

My first less than 24 hours of adulthood have started poorly, but it is kind of exciting. The dorms were closed last at 7pm, we were supposed to be packed and gone by this time. I, along with a few others, stuck around campus until this morning. We had a cook out, and I pulled my car up so we could listen to the radio because no one had a boombox(that word seems so outdated, but i honestly can't think of another word for it). In listening to the radio-My car battery died. Luckily, a friend was able to pull his car up and give me a jump. However, my first act as an adult was to get tipsy,eat burgers, and let my engine die-not a great way to start.

I then proceeded to sleep in my closed dorm room, bringing in only my sleeping bag,my laptop and a pillow, as to be as un-noticeable as possible. I effectively squatted in my former dormroom. I watched a few Hulu videos and had a nice talk with a few friends. I went to bed at 1045. I woke up at 745 this morning and as quietly as possible snuck out of the dorm and put my bags back into my car-which will be my home for at least the next two weeks.

I am currently in my school's student center, where earlier i brushed my teeth in the public restroom on the first floor. I am sitting on couch here at my alma mater's student center, stinking of camp fire, unshowered, unshaven and homeless. I noticed that I looked different in the mirror when i was brushing my teeth, I look older and sadder. I am sad to leave this place, but excited. I haven't cried yet, that'll happen when i start to drive away for one of the last times. For four years, this place has been my home, its students have been my friends and family, and even my enemies-but thats still important, they are how i defined myself by. I am who I am in relation to others, and thats not saying I don't like myself or anything, just that my reality, my plot, is invariably wrapped up with this place, and it'll be strange to leave, and keep the story going.

I think i might write in this blog more often

this feels good.