So… I officially have a blog.
My place in the world has been pinpointed in html.
Cool.
I had a blog on MySpace but, as most of you know, thanks to Facebook MySpace doesn’t really count anymore. MySpace will continue to have a special place in my heart however, even if Facebook gives me more stuff to do and thus makes me feel like my procrastination is actually productive. Don't go looking for this MySpace page though. I had to dispose of it after a college friend found it and made fun of me for my high school ways. Molly Lewis warned me this would happen in her song "My Hope". I should have listened, Molly.
Anyway, to those of you who are following my html trail, I probably seem to disappear for months at a time. Yeah, I do that. Sorry. I'm a pretty terrible blogger. If it's any consolation, I'm a terrible journaler as well. I'm surprised my journal hasn't just broken up with me already.
SEGUE!
How is it that almost nine months later I still care that I’m single? Yeah, see, here's the thing. I kind of lied in the last post. Well, I didn't mean to lie. I was just having a good day. When you are having a good day, you don't care as much whether or not you have a boyfriend. Then you start thinking again and here comes the care. Here I am again, thinking.
Shouldn’t I be more excited that I just graduated (in December. Sorry that I didn't post anything. Yes, I know that Finals are no excuse. I said I'm sorry!), thus earning my second college degree? Yes, I am going to count my Associates as my first degree. Especially since I still have a Master's degree and Doctorate to earn (Oh yeah, another update. I started the Master’s program. I really suck at keeping you guys updated, huh?). I need to keep thinking that I have reached the halfway mark so I don’t just break down right here and now. I should also be excited that the job hunt proved successful (Yeah, I got a new job. One that required my college education. Yes... I know I should have told you. Listen, another story for another time. OK?). Job hunt. Doesn’t that makes looking for a job seem like… OK, I got nothing in the line of jokes about job hunts. Just know that in my mind's eye, I was bedecked in safari gear with a ridiculously large gun traversing the concrete jungle. Instead, I have turned to Google to help me find something funny to entice you. This particular joke is quite appropriate to how I feel right now.
As a sergeant in a parachute regiment, I took part in several night-time exercises. Once, I was seated next to a lieutenant fresh from jump school.
He was quiet and looked a bit pale, so I struck up a conversation. "Scared, lieutenant?" I asked.
He replied, "No, just a bit apprehensive."
I asked, "What's the difference?"
He replied, "That means I'm scared, but with a university education."
So here I am, leaning over the edge of my metaphorical airplane, peeking down at big ole adulthood. From here, it a sprawling field strewn with suit jackets, dirty diapers, and stacks of paperwork. The suit jacket part is cool, but I don't really like the idea of free-falling into one. I must admit, I am more nervous than excited. I do not feel prepared for what is about to come my way. I have all the theories and all the fancy words, but do I have the guts? I had the guts to survive the interview, but do I have the guts to not only recognize my potential, but also realize it?
Oh shoot, it just got real. I have reached the point in my writing where now I am just going to ponder what the heck I am going to do with my life. Writer's block? No. I just don't have any good answers for you. I literally sat here for about 8 minutes trying to think of what to say next.
Look kids, from what I hear, we all have to "grow up" someday. Yeah, I don't like it either. Sometimes, I just want to eat pizza, watch a movie, and go to the park. No, I don't mean just for an evening. I mean, like, forever. That, however, is not a healthy way to live your life. I don't know how healthy it is to stay inside and fill out forms all day, but there has to be a middle ground.
So, here's the thing. I am going to jump out of this airplane. Yes, into the field of adulthood. Good job on keeping up with the metaphorical imagery, dudes. Hopefully, there are some pizzas and movies amongst all the paperwork down there. Ideally, not next to the dirty diapers.
Sorry, yeah, I went there.
